Hehe, as I said in my ramble, did the dog fuck you to sleep too? Ofcourse I never asked her that, she'd bite my head off.
Anyways, let's ramble about something new.
Today, I went for a job interview. So now the lady looks at my application & she's like, oh so you're born in the States. Now being the crude person I am, the first thought that went through my mind was, no shit you hag, what does it say there? Country of birth: USA. Hmm, why would you have to ask that again, anyways, I'm in desperate need of a job so I just smile & say yes.
Ah, that's amazing she says, 2 years in Holland and I speak this fluent dutch, wow. I correct her by telling her I lived on Curaçao for 11 years, from there that I can speak dutch well. Pff, you should've seen the face on that twat. It was as if someone took out a long lost shovel that got shoved up her ass. I couldn't hold it in so I chuckled, she was like hehe, I know what you were thinking.
I'm like, do tell what you were thinking. She was like yeah, I've heard Antillians have a bit of lazy mentality, so I was just wondering if you would be suited for the job. This ofcourse, pissed me off. There were many things I could've said, but didn't. I just smiled, told her I knew when to work hard & I knew when I could relax. She would be making the right choice. Well, with a bit more of sweet talk (despite her making me sick, I'll get to that later), she agreed to give me the job so I start on Friday.
Now one of the things I could've said is that Antillians > Dutch. No offense to any dutch folks on the forums, but in all seriousness, this chaotic lifestyle, the routine, the constant checking if everything is going prim & proper, it sickens me. Once they classify you as a part of the "bad crowd" that's how you're to remain. You could be fucking Einstein but to them, you suck. Plain and simple. What they see as lazy, we see as relaxed. Fuck, who gives a shit about making the bus so that I can get to work 5 minutes earlier to have coffee & chat you up about how nice your weekend was? Seriously woman, I don't give a flying fuck about your weekend, I'd rather use those 5 minutes to sleep on my non poop infested sheets. Twat.
Another thing, they say all kinds of shit about the Caribbean, but when it's time for vacation, they all run off to there. Hypocrites. I've lived in both countries & I'll admit, Curaçao isn't perfect, far from it. But the less chaotic lifestyle just appeals to me, I like to be able to just skip school on a given day, get in the car with like 2 male friends & then go hit on hot chicks on the beach. I like having that option. I like being able to say, you know what teach? I didn't want to make my homework, how bout I hand it in tomorrow but I'll write 200 lines instead of 100? I like negotiating myself out of trouble. I learn more this way, atleast I think I do. Out here, you fuck up & that's it. You're fucked. I had to stay up for 2 straight days to learn 500 fucking pages of geography. Do I look like I give a rats ass as to how your soil is? Do I look like the type that's going to plant tomatoe's for you? Bah.
Holland is great in certain aspects, it takes care of its citizens, but I mean...everything is routine, rush here, rush there. Be on time and what not. Even when you go out, you have to like go through a protocol of events. You enter, the security guy in his dreary voice goes "don't cause any trouble", yeah, that's what I came to do here, of all places, right here. Once you tell me, ok, twice you tell me, bearable. EVERY WEEK?! C'mon. Then the music, "watskebeurt"? How am I supposed to dance to that? Put on some spanish merengue music, hell I'd even settle for some salsa. Give me a reason to be able to grab onto a womans ass without her being uncomfy in public. No, to enjoy myself I must smell the weed that's being smoked around me or get myself drunk where songs like "watskebeurt" actually sound appealing.
End ramble, for now.
Oh, about the ex, we were just 15 orso + she was/is all strict Christian so I never minded, just irked me when she let that dog sleep with her.