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

So.. Long time no see?

Wow, I just realised I haven't been on this blog ever since March... God, I'm either really lazy or I ain't got anything interesting to say. A lot's happened since then, lemme see.. Some stupid bitch, school, stupid bitch again, school, somehow the stupid bitch AGAIN (seriously, don't you ever take a fucking day off, you slut?) and that's about it...

Nope, nothing interesting there, lol. One thing I did love though was a teambuilding activity with my class Thursday... It was awesome. Most of the people in that class I either didn't know at all, or barely, except for a few really cool friends I've known for longer. Teambuilding did it's job, I must say.

So I've been working on getting back in contact with some old friends (like from waaaaay before). There was this guy who taught me self - defense once, but he ain't arround anymore... I've been trying to get back into self - defense. One tip, if you ever try to practice this stuff, not at home, seriously. I got dents in my wall now, pain in my knuckles and a really fucked up closet door. Accidents happen lol.

Oh, and I took the advice of a friend of mine to try and contact my first girlfriend, who was into witchcraft, because my friend thinks she cursed me. (would explain a lot)
I talked to her dad and suddenly remembered a little thingy, just a tiny detail: the dude is a motherfucking psychopath. Like, seriously. I just remembered how once some dude pissed him off, and he was found dead in the woods like a month later. Nope, not the guy to ask. Lol, and if I do, I'll probably be found on the bottom of a river with this funny as fuck facial expression.


I'll try to update the blog more often, although I'll be moving soon (fuck, again). I think it'll actually have benefits for once, as my current place just has bad memories all over...

Keep your head high, but not so high that it hits the ceiling fan. Seriously, that shit's dangerous.

I'll get back to enjoying my weekend now. And sleep, I like sleep.



Here's a pic of a monkey trying to make out with a cat.













And if you're not into that kinda stuff, here's a pic of a really shit scared guy.



So untill next time.
Peace out,
Bender

Don't forget to have some fun once in a while

Alright, so school's hot again, been working on it hard for the past weeks, and it's doing better, besides for a few details.

My math teacher told me some marks today (I had a good feeling about all the tests I took last month), they were all bad, and I mean really bad. I studied so hard though, I had this image in my head going (YOU LIAR! :D)... It's just a detail though, cause I got him to help me together with another teacher, and together we can cure my mathematical retardation!

The point is people, studying ALL the time, it has downsides too, it's not healthy at all... You can study all you want, if you don't have some fun and relieve yourself once in a while, trust me, it ain't worth much.

So what have I learned? Fun is awesome, and I missed it. And also, never drink at a friend you don't know for long, or you might wake up in an alleyway somewhere in Southern Cuba, naked.


Peace out,
Bender

P.S.: Appearantly there was an emperor called "Hadrianus" in Rome, there's also the "Adriatic Sea" to the East of Italy. I will rule the world :D

Taking a break from all the work is just AWESOME

School's out for the next week, so I can finally take a break, and I needed it, BADLY.
My grades seem to be doing suprisingly better now, and I've worked for it with each and every second of my spare time...

Just a detail, when you enjoy being sick, in your bed, not able to get out cause you feel that bad, just because there's no school for you then, you PROBABLY need some vacation...

It's not a full vacation though anyways... I mean I'll probably end up using this vacation to catch up with school, but atleast for a few days I can do nothing and RELAX!

Awesomeness has arrived,
Bender

When stuff gets real

Aight, so I had my patience for a long time, but now I decided to take things in own hands, I contacted my principal, a teacher who always helps out and another teacher who is in the military. Now to get it all together, the support and help of us all combined could easily get this petition going. If not, I still got plan B. The local newspaper and television news-channels. And believe me, a high school student teaming up with the staff of his school to change something in the country, so he can join the Army, that's gonna draw publicity.


I hope it doesn't come to that, but it might just have to happen ;D

As for now, peace, chill out, relax, take it easy,
Like a boss,
Bender

Getting a second chance

Nothing in life feels better than a second chance. I'll tell you, it's probably the best feeling you'll ever experience :D

I quote:

Dear candidates,

This mail is send to all last years candidates (registration between Jan – Jul 2011)

As you were interested to become a member of the Belgian Air Cadets, I would like to remind you that, as from now, inscription on our website is again possible
Some of you already did, some of you receive this mail while they already succeeded to become an Air Cadet of the 2012 Promotion

But if you sadly did not yet succeed to join our association, you are kindly invited to try again

So if you are born in 1996 or 1997 and still interested to start your flying career as a Belgian Air Cadet, please register via our website http://www.belgianaircadets.be/public/

Good luck to you all,

      Michel Van Put

          Adjudant

Royal Belgian Air Cadets

       Secretariaat

Mail : michel.vanput@mil.be 

         secr.bac@mil.be

Tel   : 9-2621-4862 of 016/80.48.62

Fax  : 9-2621-4872 of 016/80.48.72

   
 
Now when I got this, I phoned them to ask why I got this mail too, and they said that even though they told me I could never re-apply, I'm getting another chance to prove myself.


LIKE A BOSS.

Bender

Humor

Hey peoples!!!

I'ma talk about humor today, the art of being funny. Not funny like a clown, but more like actually being funny in any way. Like Jim Carrey, he is freaking hilarious, or comedians, but not Jeff dunham, to hell with that asshole. -_-

I know a lot of different kinds of humor, and one thing's for sure, if you don't have any, your day is gonna be a whole lot of BORING. I'm not saying crack jokes every 5 seconds, but more like, crack jokes every now and then, don't over-do it and have a good laugh together with school and stuff, it makes everything more fun.





People, if you don't learn to let go and have some laughs ocassionally, you go INSANE. Enjoy it all people, while you have the time for it.

Peace out my brothers,

Bender