There goes the summer. The passed few days the sun did manage to show it’s face for a couple of minutes. But it has been raining with storms mostly. Lightning slamming into rooftops of houses. A little windhose every now and then. Even saw a little sandstorm at the beach a few days ago.
Having windhoses and sandstorms is quite rare in Holland. It’s not like we have a tropical climate or anything. It does resemble more of a swamp like climate. If you’d not concider all the buildings cramming up to one another across the country.
By the way. I was checking the American MTV site. Of course the VMA’s are coming up soon. I’ve voted my fave rock video; Burn it Down from Linkin Park. They deserve it, eventhough I’d still imagined other visuals when hearing the Burn it Down track the first time…
But that’s just my twisted mind… And I do like fire and flames and… So… Yeah… Burn it down man, burn it all down.
I’ve also voted for Childish Gambino, for best hip hop video, I think. The Childish Gambino; I’ve never heard him sing or rap before. Just knew the guy from the comedy show Community. And so I’ve looked up his stuff on Spotify. Added some of his tracks to my Eclectic Addiction Playlist on Spotify. The list is becoming quite large by the way. Have about 450 tracks in there and am still adding more to it when I get the chance to. Anyway, the Childish Gambino; I like his song Heartbeat very much. Very funky, nice rap flow. I love rap. When the flow is tight.
He’s so good that it distracted me for a moment. I’m listening to “You See Me” from Childish Gambino now. Nice song too. I think I’ve just gained myself a new favorite musician. Nice to hear an anthem for Asian girls XD.
Of course, I’m multi racial so any Asian, white girl or black girl anthem would all apply to my ego. Yeah, fuck being one race; there’s just much more fun when you’re a hybrid. Tee-hee.
Anyway….
This entry is so going nowhere….
I’ve got the feeling I blanked out for at least 5 days. For some reason, Saturday I had the feeling it was Monday… But it was Saturday… Doesn’t that sound odd? It was not until my mom actually told me; “Girl, it’s Saturday! The stores are closing early today.” I wanted to go downtown to get my fix… But I ended up not to. Which is good, right? Still have enough at home XD
Hip-hip hooray for the Dutch drug policy. But not many people in my envirement are aware of the fact that I use the Dutch drug policy pretty often. I guess people can’t actually tell when I’m… Under the influence of a green plant. Which is cool, I’m a cool stoner like that. I can be very productive when I smoke my medicine.
Yeah… I used to work as a callcenter employee for a bank. When you have about 80 to 200 conversations a day, working stoned doesn’t really matter. It’s not like the people on the other side of the phone can tell. My co workers couldn’t tell either. And even if the did, no one ever dared to say a thing about it. Of course if the boss would find out that I was stoned throughout the day he’d fire my ass right away. Thankfully I never got fired for being stoned… Besides, I was perky, witty and laid back; why would any
one be bothered with an attitude like that? Just as long as you don’t end up doing something stupid like oh I don’t know, transfer 2000 bucks to the wrong bank account, all should be fine. (FYI; I never transfered 2000 bucks to the wrong account. I did however block a credit card from a lady who was being a mayor pain in the ass and who was in depth anyway.)
There was this one time though while working stoned, when I got crack up so bad cause of a customer’s name. The poor woman was named A. Kut. Go look up the word “kut” in an online translator and you know why I couldn’t stop laughing… Cause as a call agent you HAVE to say the customer’s name at least 3 times. It’s protocol, policy or whatever ya want to call it. Man… Fun times.
Ah, I miss working for the bank…
Anyway….
Saturday my mom got a present from her Indonesian “adopted son.” He’s not an orphan, he just likes being around my mom and since he’s only a few years older than me and Asian people do tend to concider close friends like family; he now calls my mother his mom, too. He’s a pastor who travels back and forth from Indonesia to here to spread God’s word. He’s a good guy, he started up an orphanage near the village my mom used to grow up. The orphanage opened on my mom’s birthday. It’s quite an emotional thing for my mom, since she used to be an orphan herself.
Mom’s half Surinamese and Indonesian. In short; she was an orphan, born in the time when Indonesia became independed. Her dad was a black Surinamese soldier for the Dutch Army, her mom was an Indonesian lady from the kampung, as they call it there. My mom has seen her dad a few times in her childhood when she was living in the orphanage. She never met her mom. You can only imagine how harsh people can be to kids when they are a reflection of the war.
It was a nasty war really. I’ve heard some sick stories from both Maluku warriors who fought for the Dutch and people who were basically just villagers back then. Let me not tell you what the Japanese did to them Dutch people back there, trying to “take over Indonesia while they pretended to liberate the country from the Dutch. Let me not tell you what the Indonesian people did to both the Japanese and the Dutch. I guess after hundreds of years of oppression you get fed up and fight back.
And then there was my mom. And when she turned 17 she got the opportunity, amoung a few other people who were left behind after the war. (Dutch people, Surinamese people, the so called “traitors” who fought for Holland instead of Indonesia.) My mom was one of the few who was granted permission to leave Indonesia then, sponsored by the Dutch, and live here in Holland.
So she moved to Hol
land. Met a Dutch man. Divorced that Dutch man after 12 years. And had me and my sis somewhere during that period… That’s a lil’ snippit on my family history for ya, in short.
Growing up as a multi racial child was sometimes quite awkard. Kids were confused when one morning my white dad would bring us to school and my black mom would pick me up the next day. I’d just joke about it and say I was living with “Sinterklaas 365 days a year, so they were just jealouse”. Yeah, that was funny 🙂
After the divorce my mom became the member of an Indonesian church. Being just white, just black or just Asian is one thing, I’m sure. But having all those mixes can be quite confusing for people who can’t tell “what planet you’re from”.
It was quite confusing for myself too back then. Cause the one day I felt like dressing up like a black girl, the next I dress up like a white girl… But then I discovered the rainbow. Back in the 90’s I experimented a lot with colorful hair and outfits. How ’bout some pink and purple corn rows, or just a nice green afro? How ’bout some baggy poisonous green skater jeans? How about a bright red top and white slacks; the Indonesian flag. How about red, white and blue colors in an outfit; the Dutch flag. How about green, red and yellow combo’s; the Surinamese flag. And then add some spikes or a nice colorful tie around my neck and white or purple lenses in my eyes. Some really long natural nails with funky colors, or just some Wacko Jacko gloves… I wasn’t much into make-up though, just basics like some gloss and some eyeliner. Lady Gaga and Nicky Minaj aint got nothing on me; I was dressing up like a crazy person WAY before they discovered a bra. Yes… I was wack and looked wack. I still am wack, I just don’t dress that way anymore.
I do have a thing for hoodies now. I love hoodies. Long hoodies covering my head and part of my face. That with some nice big sunglasses. Yeah, that’s my style now.
Anyway… So now my “brother” opened an orphanage in Indonsia. I think it’s cool how people try to help the world like that. In 11 days from now Indonesia will celebrate liberation day.
Or, as Wikipedia states it;
Two days after the surrender of Japan in August 1945, Sukarno, an influential nationalist leader, declared independence and was appointed president.[37][38][39][40] The Netherlands tried to reestablish their rule, and the resulting conflict ended in December 1949, when in the face of international pressure, the Dutch formally recognized Indonesian independence.
(Check Wikipedia for more details about Indonesia.)
WTF… WordPress is acting up on me.
Anyway, my mom received two beautiful sarong kebaya from the pastor. So now my mom has something to wear for the Indonesian Liberation Day.
I’m so jealouse. I want a sarong kebaya too now! Aaah…
I’ll enclose this entry with a nice funky Malaysian song 🙂 BTW; Aliff Aziz is a nice piece of Asian eye candy XD
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