The New Year of 2013

Hey everyone, I hope you all had a great New Years Day celebration. I know I did.

So to give you a summary.. Watching fireworks, champagne, ACDC concert and time with my family. It honestly doesn't get any better than that. My thoughts were somewhere else though, I'll admit that. They were with a girl.

I'm not going to start making a topic about this girl here lol, it just happened to be a big part of my New Year.

So yesterday I became sick again. Throat infection. SHIT, If I got a penny for everytime my doctor said that to me. I've gotten used to it. I mean fuck, I know the medicine by heart now. I feel like a druggy. 4 times painkillers a day, 6 times Throat tablets a day, 3 times anti-biotics.. Shit, I'm like a drug addict lol.

Off topic from that, my preperation for the military is going great. I've got my lung power back up after my unfortunate accident last Summer. I hope recovery is not going to become more difficult as allergies approach, but I guess we'll see...

I'm also trying to get myself a job, since I would fucking LOVE to go on holiday this Summer, for once.. I haven't been anywhere for the last 4-5 years almost now. Kind of annoying me. It's just too hard to find a job nowadays. Awful shit.

Besides that, I'm doing great and loving life. Working hard at school, putting effort into my time at the gym, studying, and spending time talking to my girlfriend. What more does one need?

I hope y'all are enjoying life too, because let's admit, a lot of stuff can easily ruin a good day.

Peace out, y'all.
Bender

The moment you think "What matters most?"

Hey guys, as you all know it's 21 december. The end of the world lol. I know nobody took this serious, but you'd all be lying if you didn't for a moment consider what you're grateful of and who you love the most.

I didn't believe this stuff either, but today I saw my mom and I hugged her like there was no tomorrow.
I also started talking to people, breaking my typical "I don't talk to her cause she seems too weird" - barrier. Turns out "she" is a fucking awesome person.  I really like her. I kept thinking that if It would've ended right there and then, I would've died happy, talking to someone really cool.

I know nobody gave a shit, but EVERYONE took a moment to think about all that's important. I'm sure of  that. I also started getting back in shape. Running everyday, not just lifting weights. It's doing great so far. Also got my ticket for the military in July. Hell yeah. Military Occupational Speciality is gonna be Infantry Rifleman. Doesn't get any fucking better, right?

Anyways mah niggas,
Peace out.

Unlock potential

Hey y'all, never EVER thought I'd say this, but I appearantly am fucking great at studying.. I don't know how, or why, but if I have a reason, I can study the shit out of everything. Good to know. But according to my doctor, my issues with my eyes caused me to suck at learning for years, so yeah, explains failing math (lol fucking bitch eyes).


Besides having this migraine of the sort that you take 6 pills for and it STILL goes on, I'm doing GREAT.
Met a former crush and classmate at the gym yesterday and totally fucked up my words, cause I'm still kinda crazy about her, but I just never told her before... This time though, fuck it. Don't need it now, it can wait. If I really am meant to go out with someone, the opportunity will rise again.. Just gonna enjoy that I have no distractions keeping me away from my hobbies. I go to the gym 5 days a week, I got good grades (well sorta) and I'm happy. Besides that, I discovered the wonders of freerunning. I'm gonna do some of that, it's just too awesome to NOT do.


I guess if there's no sluts and bitches keeping you distracted with their games, and there's no dark cloud above your head, you can do everything. It's all about unlocking your true inner potential. Even if that means going all "fuck relationships, I'm gonna go celebate." <--- NOT GOING THERE ANYTIME SOON THOUGH. I can live without relationship for now, but generally I enjoy it, so I'm not gonna leave it forever. (yes, a guy that likes romance, sue me.)

Anyways people, ENJOY YOUR SATURDAY!!! Have a great evening and love your life. Look at the sky, look at how short it all is, and live your damn life already.

PEACE OUT MAH NIGGAS,
Bender

When a song stays stuck in your head for days in a row...

So, how y'all doing?! ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?! Well, too fucking bad, I'm not a rocker. Fucking shame, right? I could be rich, but I'd probably just end up overdosing on coke, cause you know, you can't have fame without coke. Coca-cola, that is, you dirty-minded prick.


Anyways, I had this dutch song stuck in my head lately (which means a LOT, cause I HATE dutch songs) and it happens to be about love... I originally intended to listen to it again cause I had memories of a past relationship bound to it and wanted to confront myself with it to forget about it.. Success, I forgot all about it, but now it's stuck in my head cause it's just that awesome...


Clousea - Gek Op Jou




I fucking love this song. Oh, sorry for my language, I'm just really busy and tired and then I stop caring about the control of my language. Since I naturally swear all the fucking time, I can't stop that anymore.
I ain't in love by the way, although I wouldn't mind at all meeting a girl and falling in love again, but that's not the point.

Anyways, a sweet night to all!

Peace out,
Bender

When shit hits the fan...?

I just heard this expression again: "When shit hits the fan".. Dude, what the fuck is up with that expression?
I mean seriously, could you sound any more retarded?

Anyways... So my friend deleted her facebook.. I guess she's kind of right in doing so. Although I think as long as there's moderation, it's fine. I kinda didn't know what to write lately, since I don't know what's worthy of being posted here.. "YOU ARE NOT WORTHY, MORTAL!"

Oh, right! I've got something here. Nah, it's gone again. Oh yeah right, here it is again! I've got this like insanely cute girl living near my new appartement, and for some idiotic reason, my first words to her were: "Hey, you come here often?" That would've been fine, sure.. if she wouldn't have been unlocking her goddamn door atleast, while I said that.

I kept thinking: "smooth, Bender, smooth..." The resemblance to how people hit on girls in movies is just striking. Only difference being that I'm not that bad a douchebag, although I'm quite an asshole sometimes.
Lol I can't help but wonder how many girls and how many lame pickup lines it would take before I get that feeling again: the bitchslap that leaves a fucking mark on your face for an hour. Lol: WHAT A FEELING! *insert music here*


The screwed up thing is that there are girls out there who fall for those lame as fuck lines. I mean seriously.. that shit came from a movie. And it's not hard to tell when a normal guy, kinda shy maybe even says it or a douchebag that you know would drop you for anyone else in the room...

Either ways, ENOUGH! Time for some funny shit I found lately.

This is all pigeons in a nutshell..



Or how about this hilarious comic of a retarded question



Enjoy your evening, comrades.

Peace out,
Bender

That awkward moment when you realise how different you are...

Hey! Yeah, you, I'm talking to YOU!

You ever get that feeling where you just think: "Damn... I bet I'm the only person in the world that's this weird" ? Well, I had that feeling today where after fixing my stepdad's car, then fixing his airsoft gun, I randomly ordered a friking pizza, ate the entire thing by myself and then proceeded to use the box as a target for that gun to test it.

Then I drank a coke can, and proceeded to use the leftover cardboard of the pizzabox to make sort of a silhouette and used the empty coke can as a head. I then practiced my headshots.

What should creep me out more: that entire situation, or the fact that I'm still just as good with a gun as half a year ago without any practice? I love guns. It may sound weird, but I just really do. There's 3 things I enjoy in the world: music, romance and weapons. As a thing seperately, that's normal, I guess. The combination however, I'm not sure, feel free to comment on that.


When my stepdad's car got fixed, he asked me to test if it worked. You should've seen the expression on his face when I drifted it around a corner to "test" it. Lol, he wanted to kill me. That is, until I reminded him that I just pretty much fixed his car by myself. And pushed it, a lot. Jumper cables not available, so I had to push the goddamn Mercedes 220 myself.

My hobbies are awesome. Those typical things that keep you happy. Gotta find me a new romance though. Maybe one where I don't get too attached? The last one ended up becoming a still lasting disaster. So for now, my plan is: working out 5 days a week in the gym (anti-stress) and trying to get a gun to practice.

So until next time, stay tuned,
Bender

P.S.: This picture = my type of thinking.



If you don't get it: snipers hold their breath when they shoot.

Mentors

So, lately I've been thinking a lot about some old friends, that I haven't seen in forever. I've also been thinking about every single person that taught me something important. It's quite a huge list, if you think about it. A random stranger on the street that taught you to follow the law, a person in the supermarket who taught you to be happy with what you have, etc...

I had the extreme luck of meeting a friend of mine who was my best friend for about 6-7 years in elementary school again. It was great seeing him again. Last I heard of him, he was going through a really rough time. I'd go further into it, but let's put it this way: life just wasn't being nice to him for once. Like, he got really screwed over. The last 2 months or so, I can't help but think of a friend of mine, that died this year, in April. If I had to chose one person who taught me the most, it would be him, without a doubt. This guy was the best person I've ever met. He had it all: wife, kid, job, dreams. This was a guy to look up to. He did exactly what I want to do later: he was a soldier. He was probably the greatest guy I've ever met.


You know that person who teaches you those little skills that are really cool, pointless to many but so fucking cool for you and only you? That person who teaches you valuable lessons in life. Well, to me, that was him.
He pretty much taught me how to live. He didn't just teach me cool little tricks, he also taught me morals, that every man should strive to live for. Always go after what you want, persue your dreams, never give up, be greatful, love everyone around you. Live like each day is your last. Never regret a decision.

"Put all your bad memories and habits in a box, and carry that with you each day, to remind you what the good way is." he used to say, whenever I screwed up (lol one of those billions of times), and I thought it was bullshit at first. When I lost my friend, I realised he was right. I started living with all those things with me. Guess what? It helps. It made that each and every move was something I had thought through, very very very well.

There's a lot of things I wish I could've done with him before he died... Things we had planned for when he was supposed to come back from Afghanistan: fishing was one, camping another, he was going to teach me how to drive his way (which means agressive as fuck manouevres all the time), some more self-defense classes, etc... But also the little things: talking randomly all night with a drink, chilling with the group, going to the rifle range and getting some gun practice, ...

I miss him. I ain't gonna lie. I'm not looking for pity or anyone feeling sorry for me. Fuck that, I don't want or need that. I just need to clear my mind here.
To think I talked to him on the phone a week before I got the news that he died, and was told things like "I'll be back soon, man, we're almost done here." is just sad. I spent a great deal of time being mad at everyone, but mainly at God. Wondering why he was so cruel to take away my best friend...Now, I'm not mad anymore. I still miss him, but I got over most of my anger. That's a shout out for everyone that has a fight with their bff but in reality wants to be friends again: get it solved, she/he may not be there tomorrow.

If I had to describe my friend in one word, I'd say: mentor. Truth is, one word isn't enough. It's missing things like: brother, friend, teacher, great husband to his wife, great father to his kid, etc...

This one's dedicated to you buddy, godspeed.



Til' next time peeps :)
Bender