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Amsterdam, 06 jan. 2012.

Only two days to go, less than 48 hours before my China Air departure for The Land Of The Smile, back to my second home and away from chilly Mokum, back to the easy life and back to Soi Honey-Inn, the New Star Guesthouse that has been my wintery hide-out for quite some years now...

Back to the Dutch Beach right across the Seven/11 - or was it 7/Eleven - where the Leo beer is rumoured to be in short supply due to the recent floods...

Back to these boring old Dutch pensionados that bore me shitless with their second hand stories about football and home-country politics...

Back to the fire and fury in my life, supplied free of charge but sometimes at deflateds and inflated prices by intoxicated Hot Mommas, maybe a bit of Yaa-Baa to give the Mau state of female local minds a bit of extra spike, also comes in handy to ball these fat bellied elderly s*x starved European males with slightly more wh*rishly appetite...

Plenty of material for my fucked-up blog stories and nubile bodies for my sketchbooks and acrylic paint...my room a gathering place for the members of the Isan sisterhood of street butterflies, cold alu cans of Leo, bottles of Mhekong whiskey and take-away Khao Pat Kung dragged up the stairs of my hotel...episodes of the original Star Trek series on my hunderd-twenty channel TV, captain Kirk still a hot item on the minds of undereducated Pattaya s*x workers...

Thank you, Thalaind, for getting me addicted to the Hong Kong Based Suzie Wong story!!!

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Amsterdam, 31 Dec. 2011.

Back home, dead tired after yet another day of shovelling horse manure, cow dung and goat shit, another day at the petting zoo where the gossip machine was once again in full force, a bit like wind force gale ten running wild and without restrictions across the communal minds of my dear colleagues, the who-is-in love-with-whom always a big topic in any sub-culture of colleagial conversations...

Rumour has it I am in love with German born Andrea, but then Vera is convinced I am in eternal love with Laura. Sanny is the big match maker of the farm and maybe the only one who should know all that relational "shit" is not my English cup of tea but will give it a try anyway, Andrea is a good match for you, Hans, foremost on her match making mind...

Muscle ache and mental fatique are my only concerns when I cycle home, interested only in painting, no Andrea nor Laura ruling my gray brain cells but my paint brushes, my cans of acrylics, the cold beer in my Frigo as well as the cheap bottle of Albert Heyn Vin De Table De Coleur Rouge...

So sorry my dear colleagues but the only feminity I think about are the two dimensional types on my wooden boards...

Wish you all a happy new year nonetheless as well as to whoever is out there on the Sacred Internet reading all these weird stories about my life and mental tribulations I write down in the privacy of my crappy old house here in Amsterdam!!!

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Amsterdam, 30 Dec. 2011.

My brown acrylic paint is a bit clotty - small wonder there considering I forgot to put the lid on the paint can last night, too much red wine, good food and cold pilsener I guess before staggering to my bed intoxicated and falling into a dreamless slumber...

Not that I care much, freaking around with my paint and brushes well into the night, alone but into the late hours accompanied only by my lifeless but the trustworthy friends, red wine and cool beer, my models from the dream world where the crazy god Morpheus and the fickle lady Fortuna rule the trance I am in while I paint and paint...

I seem to remember I was back in The Phillipines last night, vividly reliving my scuba diving trip on Boracai Island, Puerto Gallera and more of these exotic locations in the Land Of The Phillipinos, starting and ending each trip In Manila's obscure area Ermita where the bars were plenty and the local Hunting Girls even more so, always on the look-out for pinkish male skin and the fat wallets these ladies of the Phillipine were probably hoping for, a couple of hungry babies back home in the back of their young female heads driving them on...making me wonder why the mother instinct is so much stronger than the father instinct...willingly selling their nubile Asian bodies to feet starving offspring...

Baby rooms in cheap steaming hotels where the all overpowering smell of stale unrine originating from the one and only dirty toilet ruled the sticky air in the corridors, groaning noices betraying coupling people...I still remember till today though all so long ago, almost like another life time, really!!!

Frequent brown-outs as the locals used to call electricity problems, and corrupt coppers apart from drunk and Pagwan promising cutomers - a Thai word for sweet talkers - were these poor creatures of the sex trade main problems...

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Amsterdam, 26 Dec. 2011.

Miss Miae whom I met last month while walking the Camino De Santiago De Compostela and who send me a FB friendship request a few days ago...

Not that we ever walked together, just had a meal, El Menu Del Dia, in a local restaurant in some obscure Spanish Aldea...after all she only walked 10 to 15 km. a day to mine 25 to 35 km. a day...needless to say she only recently finished her hike where I am back home already and looking forward to my next stay in Thailand in only mere weeks.

Hope you like the portrait, Miae and your holiday in Marocco...watch out for these young local Maroccan blokes that would love to marry you and a free ticket to Seoul into the bargain, courtesy of your family's fortune...hehehe, LOL.

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Amsterdam, 21 Dec. 2011.

After the United States and Ireland - to name just a few - , Holland now has got its very own chatolic child abuse scandal, hunderts of fiars, priests, Padres and assorted "mental health workers", "the guardians of the faith of Man", having sexually assaulted thousands of minors, given in their care by unsuspected parents..

Like depraved arachnits waiting in their malicious webs for the innocent offspring of the devout faithfull...life time traumas caused by a criminal organisation in the very heart of the Vatican...

God will judge our actions!!! Their numero Uno excuse...

Angels with dirty faces claiming to be devoted to a higher being!!!

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