fucking hell right. 

so i think the theme of the day should be hate. It's not really that bad, but sometimes the tension builds and it comes out. but it feels really fucking nice sometimes. if that makes sense. 

so one thing pisses you off, then another, then another and you keep passing it off like it's nothing but the tension just builds. to this weird stage where you almost have too much energy and you cannot sleep. luckily mates came and the tension cleared out through heavy drinking, bike riding and ridiculous antics. 

but the tension is still there. it's an amazing feeling which is only heightened by not sleeping for like 4 days. eventually you feel like your body is constantly tense and you are going to literally implode on yourself. most people don't like this, but right now i have this concoction of not sleeping winks for 2 days, finding out news which isn't bad, but i didn't want, surly hangovers and most of all hate. It feels surprisingly incredible, a real sense of 'I don't give a fuck'. 

all in all, yes i understand. Most people wouldn't want lips going purple because they are so angry, wouldn't want rainy walks just to self wallow, uneasy tension which stops you from sleeping and most of all being happy that your angry at someone. most people don't want that and i don't want it forever either, but right now I sure as fuck do. and if you don't like it. I hate you too.

(not forever though)

Lousy Beer and Warm food

Good evening, 

So there is an aussie pub in Amsterdam, it's called coco's. It is hideous, but a lot of fun.

I think Andy and I may have found somewhere we are kings.

Regards, 

Jaime

Apparently you can't forget

'It's like riding a bike' Apparently once you learn you never forget which makes sense really.

So it's flat everywhere, not a single hill and the metro is full of gypsy scum which meant it was time to buy a bike. 

I bought 'Kevin' which is aptly named after Kevin Rudd, PM of Australia. 

So I spent weeks looking for a junkie, I was hanging out in the crack-den and ghettoest areas of Amsterdam hoping to score a cheap bike, minus the coke. This didn't happen so I went one step up and bought one from an American tourist who was awesome. Apparently he moved here for the weed and stayed here because of the weed. Apparently he hates the cold with a passion, but when asked he simply said, "if I have to choose between the cold and weed...man getting high makes you pretty toasty".

Anyways my bike is green with a gold lock, it was unintentionally patriotic so it made sense to me that Kevin would be an appropriate name. 

Regards, 

Jaime.

Didi, checking out my dope/ill wheels.

Kevin.

I like amsterdam.

I like the cafes that play jazz, where the keepers are old with cats and dogs who walk along the bar as patrons pet them. 

Beers are 2 euro and the girls always seem prettier, mainly because the bars are candle-lit and the girls have rosy cheeks from the cold. 

People are always in pairs, never couples but just in pairs. Enjoying quiet company. 

It's funny watching some american tourists walk in, look around, realise they won't pick up and then leave.

I like meeting pretty girls and having them take you for bike rides along the canals at 3:00am. 

I like Amsterdam and I get the feeling Amsterdam is starting to like me too. 

Regards, 

OK, 

it has been a long while since I've wacked stuff in the blog. 

Since the last entry, 

I started work. 

I went to carnevaal.

I got sick.

More photos coming soon.

Todays Special.

Pretty hands.

Friendly Smiles.

Checkered cuffs.

Bright Socks.

I started work this week at the bank. It has been pleasant as has the majority of my stay so far. Friendly faces warmed the bones and little things make all the difference.

Regards, 

Jaime.

No Real

For the Record.

There are no actual prostitutes on this blog.

Regards, 

Jaime

Didi. Being cool with Hans.
A perfectly made Frozen Circle. If your stomach was eaten by tiny sea creatures, then the layer froze. This is the shape it would make.

Regards, 

Jaime.

Merry Australia Day

Well it's obvious isn't it.

DICE. El, Senor Design.



Tillburg. 

Raving with Meat in Rotterdam

Well, 

ok so it was saturday and my two beautiful friends had the brilliant idea of going to rotterdam to watch some Dj, called Lektroluv.

Overall it was pretty fucking awesome. 

It was in an old meat packing/abattoir in this really filthy shithouse warehouse district which was on the outskirts of Rotterdam.

Mr green mask wearing, industrial techno/rave/minimal Dj was pretty fucking good.

I'm a tired deadshit.

Welcome, 

I am from Brisbane, Queensland. Australia.

I live in Amsterdam.

Regards, 

Jaime.