old is new

All the blue and yellow suede rollerskates were stuck under beds, put away in dark cubboards and corners, i just got some new ones, proudly i stood there, willing to learn, but no one there to roll along with me. It was marbel time...I never been the first one to pick up a trend. Old blog has to be new blog, eeeehhhh....Oh that could explain my sign up problems the last past mounth. Ha, but the net has got mazes and this fishie is swimming through, still loging in with her old account.
But soon will confirm so there will be no 1 mounth gaps between thoughts. I found the trend and it changes again...big sigh!

still breathing

It's been over a week ago now that friend M and I went on the big Thelma and Louise Tour. With the big difference that i wasnt escaping from a husband and boring life and for sure no raping and killing scenes we desided before we left.
Stacked allot of stuff in the trunk of mine car, squeesing all goodies in which i really didnt want to mis once in Denmark. I really had to leave the box with food and for sure the big monster printer was not flexibel enough to stick into the little open space behind the five boxes, not to be helpede. But I could take four coats and mine guitar.So no complaining at all.
We fixed two bikes on the twinny load and made sure we were well prepared. With the Pixies as company, bright blue sky and a warm comforting shining sun, it was just the right atmoshere to leave good old Rotterdam.

And here I am now, Denmark, Billund, Gravenhojle, the Highlander...my new life!!! The golden tip, just live your life, spins through my head everyday,
my pearl white laptop hasnt been untouched for one day up to now,
waking up next to Bas every day is so nice and warm,
the inns and outs of Lego stuff so boring by times but intressting most of the time,
a week full of sun and snow the best welcome i could wish for,
sauna time after swimming time so relaxing,
joga time in the morning it nice to be in contact with my mind and body ,
time to feel free to create how happy i am with the one realy cool pictured i made,
unsecure feelings about furture things makes me feel sad and dweepy,
dreams about saying goodbye to all friends and family over and over again,
a crowed of new people to meet and to hang out with,
new sounds in the morning,
no sounds during the day,
skyping with friends,
drinking tea with L our english flatmate,
he windy rainy grey days reminds me of my dads grummpy complains about Hartlepool,
laughing, arguing and messing around with Bas and falling in love over and over again,
sudden tears in the Highlander (aka The huillander),
the househunting thing a bit stessfull on times,
daily walks down town (not knowing wether i should go left or right this time),
our little walks on the hay,
touring around the countryside;
figuring out the prices and food in the supermarket,
chilling out watching dvd-s,
and endless little and big talks with Bas (makes me feel home again).

I am here just over a week now and i think i am living a pretty nice life and for sure slowly it will become my life.

time ticks

Oeps suddenly time is ticking away. Just one more week ill be a proud citicient of Rotterdam. Just one more weekend to enjoy rotterdam. What must i do, go on a sentimental tour with some friends. Go to all the places i lived my life. Go to all the spots wich are stuck on some good memories make pictures so i dont need any words...Should i forget about all the spots i dont want to be reminded of anymore, where i disbehaved, lets keep those for the ghost in the cubboard. Hmm im really ready to go i guess, because i dont feel an erge to hop on my bike and do the big tour. Been there...
But feel an big erge to know how it all will go on with my friends and how we will contact in the future. It's a pitty there is no big future tour to go on. It will tell while the time keeps on ticking.

one woman nation

Since a years and years im proud to have a real xmas tree in my frontroom. She is like a little queen with a large ass, viewing proudly onto her one woman nation, ME!!!
She is the best queen ever. She gave me comfort on first Xmas day when i got home from my very very last working day. I enjoyed a great Itlaian Xmas dinner with six people who did not have any friends or family they could join for Chrissie. Once i got home in my empty house, I poored myself a glas of wiskey and turned on the lights of my proud queen. And for sure she smiled at me and wispered that i did a great job this last year and did the best that i could. With these warm word filled with comfort i smiled a felt a little relief that i finished my crazy job knowing i did a good job. I am looking forward to the job that is waiting for me, although my future collegues havent got a clue who they will meet in 2007!!

Friends, friends, friends and more...

How can i thankz all my friends for being seach loyal royal, loving and fun friends!!! For sure the best i can wish for. They litterily took my breath away when i entered Hotel New York and heard my name loud....Saskia, saskia, saskia.... i turned as red as my coat and for a split second i wished they called another name...but then i realised that all those people stood there because of 15 year of friendship, when the ship is sailing out and there still will be friends!!!
For the third time in my life and they still know how to surprise me. It makes me feel quite inside and think of reasons why they keep on doing it. Can it be a gen?

Deeply inside i feel insecure and not sure if i have been a good enough friend and will be once i am in Denmark. I hope my smiles, tears, laughters, ears, words, hugs, thoughts are strong enough to reach out 750 km. With all my heart i will never ever forget all the late night hours smoking and drinking, the walks on the beach and in woods, drives to the ardennen, shaking hips in rotown, beers and long talks about girliestuff, dinners in dizzy, weddings, the ruige nights, camping in Renesse, the weekend Berlin, seascouts and all the stuff around it, three months sleeping in a tent with my sisiter in New Sealand, two weeks holiday in france, theatre lessons, new year in Hamburg, orga and the ladies and everything that goes with it, the walks with Rover, the tears of hapiness, the first babyboom, all the times i ve been lovesick and all the suport i received over and over, filmfestival, the wines and baths, the hugs, arty stuff with C and C, the patient of moving my stuff including treestrunks, picnics in the euromastpark, the consul, lowlands and music with N, the wise words and comfort. I love you all and gonna mis you big time!!

space

Its surprising and amazing how some people just dont seem to care that somehow they are entering someones personal space. These days it doesnt always have to be physical. Vibration into your ear from a headphone that is stuck on the ear of the boy sitting opposite of me. I can sing allong with his song, not that i want to sing about this pussy thing. Half past eight, goodmorning Rotterdam! It's my last week on duty saving people from there own disfunctioning state of mind, while my mind is not on track at all.

how do turtles breathe underwater...

As sea turtles are air breathing reptiles, they need to surface to breathe. Sea turtles can hold their breath for several hours, depending upon the level of activity. A resting/sleeping turtle can remain underwater for over 4-7 hours. Recent research has shown that some turtles can even hibernate in the sea for several months! However, a stressed turtle, for instance entangled in fishing gear, quickly uses up oxygen stored within its body and may drown within minutes through panic.

Alright I am far from drowning. In mater of fact things feel allot beter after my nightgohst visit. A cry and good talk with friend C helps. According C Im just in proces and believe me he knows!
But having the turtle theorie in mind I realise it's natural that panic takes oxygen away and gives you the feeling not abel to breath. And it's so natural to take it as easy as a turtle so the oxygen will stay longer in your body.