I have a Jaaaaaaaaaag

XKE/ E-Type, both mean the same, but a name can stay the same as the car changes;

How much change?


Some people think they've turned their car into a "one off"
while other call those cars, knock offs. Or just ugly, you be the judge!



 

Other cars, just say; I'll drive you there, but only if your dead.
So look out which car to decide to get into.





Yet others don't just want to drive you somewhere,
but also the rest of your crew to!

Some even think they can see the future.

And a real knock off is always recognizable.

This one just wants to take you fast.



But this one won't even think of it.



Some just want to express where their from.


This guy thought he could break the sound barrier or something?


This guy actually tried...


You can always enjoy the company of others.

But how ever you look at her, or make her look at you,
She'll always want you to love her.


Love, Live, Jag.  

Happiness and its manifestation

Why when we step out of bed with the wrong foot, does our entire day go to hell  in an hand bag? Or why when we wake up with a first thought of goodness and step out of bed easy and fully awake does the whole day go by just like you hoped it would? Well because you woke up that way, when you wake up and your first thought is a negative one, that is how you start your day and that is how it will continue, unless you do something about it. Making your self happy , positive, and attracting positivity to you.

Thoughts become things, how often have you thought about something you want so bad, and so much, and it just seems to come to you and becomes yours? Haven't you noticed that all the positive people you know, who are always cheer full and happy always seem to have what ever they want?  Well that's is because they think happy thoughts, they let go of their worries and let positivity into their lives, and being around them makes you happier also.

Charley Harper from "Two and a half men" is the perfect subject, care free, successful and one lucky SOB. While his Brother Allen is plagued by bad finances, equally bad relationships, and just really bad luck. The point being that one is always attracting positivity to him self, and the other negativity.

Tomorrow when you wake up, don't get out of bed right away, sit for a minute or two, close your eyes and visualize how your entire day should go, how you want it to go, what you have to do, and how those things will go well and easy. And how you will get everything and more done, things that you have put aside for a long time, put them in there and keep thinking positively.

Then see how your day will go.

I've started doing this to, and thing have just started falling into place.

Random Thoughts: Dec. 21, 2012. Just an other day?

Random Thoughts: Dec. 21, 2012. Just an other day?: "Wow where do I begin? There are so many theories, possibilities, opinions, varying between the Mayans, aliens, government plots, Internet sh..."

Dec. 21, 2012. Just an other day?

Wow where do I begin? There are so many theories, possibilities, opinions, varying between the Mayans, aliens, government plots, Internet shutdown, human evolution, cosmic alignments, and allot of these can be linked very easily. Let me show you; The Mayans worship gods from the heavens "aliens", they had their calender that sets great importance on DEC. 21, 2012. The day of cosmic alignment, Annunaki coming "aliens" planet X in close proximity to earth, the government knows about aliens thanks to Roswell, and is keeping it very secret because they don't want humans to be informed, or they will lose power. The alignment will help us transcend into the next stage of evolution, making us spirit like beings.   Pretty much some seriously crazy shit.

I hope for humanity that 2012 is just an other year and that in 2013 we'll all be laughing at all those crazy people telling us that we are not worthy.

I don't want 2012 to have a change on us, why? Because frankly I like being alive, my life, and I would not mind being on this earth for many more years to come.

How ever, if this event of great weirdness is to actually have great repercussions for us all, then I say, BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!!!!!

But what should we do with our lives? Just live on, go on with your life like nothing will ever happen. No scrap that, live your life like something WILL happen, because then you will truly live it to the fullest, go do something, go travel, live! Don't sit around bitching about life and how crappy yours is, because it's not, there are people on earth with NOTHING, and you think you have nothing, no car, no house, no money, no dog. Other people many kids, have no parents, no food, no shelter, no cloths, no water. And you think you have nothing, and are worried about 2012. You want to live? Go to Africa, and go help some starving children.

Me, I'm going to go on with my life as normal , because that is what it is, and that is what 2012 will be.

Aliens are real though, and their here, and they made us, and their from mars, yea they are. Oh and there is water on the moon, ALLOT!

Greetings from paradise.

Where do I live? I live in paradise.  I said this to a pen pal a while ago, trying to explain to him where I live, what it’s like, and where it is on the map.  I told him; go to YouTube and search Curacao, click the first video and get back to me.  This was the video he saw:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPYXKmWpNYw


After just a few minutes of waiting, I got my reply; “Ok you do live in paradise, now where on earth is it so I can go there!”  I explained to him that Curacao is a small Caribbean island 30 miles off the coast of Venezuela, is next to Aruba and Bonaire, and is part of the Dutch kingdom. 12º 10N, 68º 93W.


Curacao is a very unique place, most of the world doesn’t know about it, yet they do know about our sister island Aruba. Curacao is home to a rich culture, the largest natural harbor in the western hemisphere, one of the largest oil refineries in the western hemisphere, beautiful coral reefs and turquoise water. No other island can be compared to it, called the hidden treasure of the Caribbean; Curacao has a relaxing vibe that just can’t be found anywhere else.
Being from such an island is great, people never believe me when I say I am from here, or they say I’m pretending the place exists, and I always tell them, “you wish you were from there”.
I think being raised in such a place puts a very different perspective on the world, everything seems chaotic, obscure, lonely, and overpopulated. Countries with their 12 lane highways, 50 story buildings, millions of people, and a ladder structure where basic kindness to your fellow man is no more.


Growing up here is special, small schools where you can know everyone and everyone can know you, close nit neighborhoods where you’ve known your neighbors your whole life, family living no more that a short walk away, and my favorite part; going to the beach with the boat every Sunday to drink and relax while meeting up with friends and going wake boarding.
Of course like every other country on earth there are problems, robbery’s, car theft, the occasional burglaries, drugs, corruption, every problem every other country has, we have to. This should not discourage people from coming here, the island so small it’s hard to actually find yourself in a bad situation.


The law (or the lack of it) is what makes this Island such a great place, here you can’t be arrested for drinking on the side of the road, you can drink beer openly on the beach, an open can in your car is not a felony, and oh yea, you have to be 18 to buy alcohol. A good 5 years less than in America and this has clear affects on how people drink. Because beer isn’t seen as such a wanted commodity, getting it is not a problem, making over drinking redundant and stupid. Not to mention people here can hold their booze way better than in the US.


So why is this paradise? Because you don’t get arrested for having fun under the age of 23.
And because of the water.

A drunken alien

Last night I was out drinking with a buddy of mine, we usually go to the same place and drink some beer and share a small bottle of whiskey, to kind of get the juices flowing. And in our drunken state we then talk about anything from world politics, to working life, aliens, conspiracies, and our past experiences in life. We’re both still in our twenty’s so we don’t actually have too much life experience. But never the less we find plenty to talk about.

At one point in our mad random talks, we came up on the point of aliens, whether they exist, have been to and on earth, if they are benevolent or not, conspiracies around them, and why if they have been here is it still being denied by near to all governments around the world. We established right away that they ARE real, it would be mathematically impossible not to have other forms of life in the universe, out of the billions of stars in our galaxy, and billions of galaxies in the universe, how could we even think that we are alone. That would be like thinking that the earth is flat.

Have aliens visited earth? Today about 80% of the world believes in aliens, but their thoughts on whether they have been here, are here or will ever come here can differ greatly. Some say that they have yet to arrive and might not be able to find us amongst the great vastness of space, yet others say that aliens come and go regularly and keep an eye on us, and still others say that aliens walk amongst us, and some even look exactly like us. The theories go on and on, some seem as far from earth as possible and others could have effect on our lives every day. Just imagine you best friend being from the Andromeda galaxy, and is living next to you to observe your behavior, and guide you to a higher knowledge. Or imagine a world with a government cover up where Roswell was the sight of a crash or a landing, our first contact and the start our super speed society with technology received from that contact. And if you can comprehend the idea, think you the Sumerians knowing about Jupiter and the fine workings of the solar system and it’s planets, being visited and taught by aliens, gods to them, and documented this.

The stories go on and on, there is no shortage of ideas concerning how, who and why, and that is my greatest concern, why. Why are they here, we know they exist, because if only one picture of them is real, means that they are here. Now, why are they here?

Have they come to teach us vast knowledge and give us new technology, have they come to observe us in our primitive state, are they vacationing on earth are they coming to invade? It seems that with every turn you take, you again face hundreds on different possible scenarios. My personal thought is that they are here to observe, and slowly enlighten us into the galactic setting. We might believe in aliens but to what expanse can we imagine them? Are there dozens of species, of thousands, or millions? How different are they, or how similar? I do believe that they have visited our ancestors is ancient Mesopotamia and in Sumerian culture, giving knowledge and technology to the ancients. And that today we are still being visited, allot, and that we are going to see a steep rise in visitations and sightings.

Whatever might happen, who ever may be watching and whatever for, I know one thing for sure; they are stupefied by us and our barbarism, stupidity, ignorance and violence.  

And boy do I love it here.

A helping idea

I read a very funny story today, about a homeless man. Apparently yesterday was the 34 year old man’s birthday and he wanted to treat himself to a nice relaxing day at the spa, nothing wrong with that. He went in for the whole day going to the different rooms for massages saunas foods and drinks, with a full day of relaxation behind him he went to the front desk where he was presented a bill for 200 Euro’s. The man replied that he had no money to pay for the wonderful day and did not have an ID on him to be officially identified. After the police we’re called he spent a night in jail for his actions. That must have been the best birthday he has had in a while, free food, free massage, free sauna, free ride, and a free room for the night with a comfy bed.

I think the man deserves to treat himself to a day spent in comfort on his birthday, I think all homeless people should be treated to a spa day on their birthday, the one day they can relax and feel clean, while enjoying the luxury of the spa. I just would not want to be the person to have to give these guys a pedicure.  

I think by giving someone something mundane and simple, something we all take for granted, a shower, or a home cooked meal, and even a soft bed to sleep on. Daily and very standard things we in our everyday lives use and take in with no real appreciation of its value.    

If you can live in the shoes, or lack of shoes, of a homeless person for one week, no shower, no roof over your head, no money, food, shower, car, computer, phone, washing machine, bed, closet, not even a comb for your hair, wouldn’t you be more grateful for everything you have? Damn, I would probably never want to sleep on anything but a bed after a week with none.   

I have always tried to help out homeless people around me, this one guy called Levi, who walks around in the shopping district always recognizes me and asks me for money, I don’t prefer giving money, as you never know what it might go to. But sometimes I get him a plate of chicken and fries with a drink, just so I know he has a full stomach.

If everyone helped out these guys, they would not even have to be homeless, there is always a way to get people off the street off the drugs and back into society, they we’re all once just like everyone else. With a job, a home and food on the table every day, living a normal life.   

I propose a 5 step program:

1.     Clean up.

2.     Rehab

3.     Easy job

4.     Self sufficiency

5.     Release

1.     Get them into a shower, brushing their teeth, clean cloths, good shoes and socks, and a strong pair of jeans. 5 shirt 3 pants, 2 pairs of shoes, many socks and boxers, a start at a wardrobe.

2.     Help them to get clean on the inside, no drugs, no alcohol, and no cigarettes. This must be strictly enforced; otherwise the whole thing will fall apart.

3.     Get them a job that is easy, helpful to society and well organized. I think garbage man would be well suited, picking up trash is easy and has few instructions, they already have the physical strength and are not deterred from the foul smell.

4.     Get them to the point where they earn enough to pay for food, a room, and cloths, an average wage with a reward system, encouraging harder work and progress.

5.     Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day, teach him how to fish and he will eat for a lifetime. Release the man into independence; monitor him once every week, and then once a month and then once a year. Before you know it he is fully integrated into society and can go through life with confidence.

Life is hard for some, and if most help, it can be great for all.

Normal, cool, or just stupid?

The other day I was driving along one of the main roads, and I saw this giant dark grey, tinted, raised, truck with enormous tires and a text written over the front, “BIG DOG”. Sitting in the driver seat was this dark haired, sun glass wearing, gel combed, tight shirt wearing, and cigarette smoking with his arm out the window kind of guy, you know, the cooool kind of guy. At first I thought damn I wish I had his truck! Cause mine seemed so feeble next to his. And I gave him this look, the kind of look that says, “For shame!”  Not much later in my day I came across a similar situation, Sitting in my truck I noticed that this guy in a small beaten, noise making, wickedly, near to its end, old tiny little car, was looking at me, noticeably with the exact same look that I had given “BIG DOG” earlier. So I reflected on myself from his point of view; Just look at him, with his big, two-tone red and grey, raised and angled, sound blasting truck that could drive over my car monster truck style, with his dark glasses, shaved head, tight shirt, arm hanging out the window, “for shame”. And I thought, shit, what would he think of “BIG DOG”?

Seeing right away that I, in his eyes, was “BIG DOG”, I thought to myself YEAAAAAAA!!! But then at the same time thanking my very good fortune I wasn’t sitting in that tiny little wreck. But I bet that the guy that just passed me on his little sisters bike probably looks at that wreck and gives him the same look, just because he is in a car. The guy on the bike wouldn’t give that look to “BIG DOG”. He would look on to that truck and not think, “For shame” he would start to dream of the day he might be in that truck, and just think I am cooool.

But is it cool? “BIG DOG” might definitely feel cool driving along like that, but does he feels that way all the time? I don’t think so, I believe he sometimes feels as down and poor as any other person, any “normal” person, thus making him and his situation also normal. And who knows, that one day long ago, he to, was sitting on a bike going along the road and seeing a massive truck pass him by, and I bet he gave the person in that truck the exact same look.

So was I right in looking at him like I did? Was it stupid of me to think he was stupid by being cool while he’s probably just as normal as me, or any other person? I don’t know, but I do know, one day I’m going to buy that truck, cause it had a for sale sign on it.

So what is normal, or cool, or just stupid? It’s just a frame of reference.

That pimped out red mustang that drove by with its V8 bellowing into the distance while the driver decides to put the pedal to the metal, well she’s just a spoiled little rich bitch!

An evolution of the norm

What if you were given the chance to show a renaissance age philosopher, like that Leonardo from Vinci guy, the world we live in today, give him a glimpse or a day in our life of, an experience in our time… what kind of reaction would this man have, and how would you go about getting him out of the tree he jumped in out of pure fear? This thought occurred to me as I pondered what the future might be like and just how crazy, and scary I would find the world of 2510, I imagine it to be a super speed, flying car, jet pack, and hand held super computer kind of place, or the post apocalyptic remains of some catastrophe.

But let’s say I had Leo up in my world, hoping to be able to first visit him in his time, when he was still a young guy at the prime of his age, (because if he was old, he would have a heart attack as I stepped out of the time portal), to have him step though time with me in already a calm and trusting manner. Bringing him slightly up to speed of how far the human race has gotten, I would hand him what we today even find amazing, an iPod, letting him feel, see and hear some of the crazy shit we got going on anno 2010. Reactions I might expect would be, you listen to this crap, what is this californication they are describing, how did you make such a small and detailed painting, and why would you step into a machine that replicates the effects of the sun?

Jumping out of the wormhole, time vortex thingy, we would return to a calm environment so I can slowly induce a state of panic into Leo, because our norms are not exactly what he would call normal, so anything beyond math is scary to him. So let’s start with something simple, a refined tool, one that we actually do not use too much today, a pen and a piece of paper. The pure smoothness and continuity of how it writes would be amazing to him, than we go on to the Internet, a shock in and of itself, showing him the ease of access to information, videos, pictures and text galore!  Never, in this situation, show Leo how to Google, and leave him alone, you might come back to find him hiding in your closet.

After you’ve calmed him down and told him that everything about guns, bombs, breasts, and lady gaga are far away, luring him out of the closet with a hot slice of pizza, you decide to take him on a guided tour of your city, in your car. And as you approach the car you innocently tell him what it is and how fast it can go, hoping he might be able to grasp what 60 kilometers per hours is and feels like, you help him into his seat, buckle him in and as you do so, you are asked; why must I be restrained by this belt? And your reply is; in case we crash. Trying to calm him down once again from wanting to jump out of what he sees as a torture method, you quickly jump in and get moving. Right away Leo seems like a dog that is taken for a ride in the car, wanting to stick his head out the window to yell and get excited by others passing by. The sights and sound of the hustle and bustle of the city make him feel confused, intrigued, and slightly enlightened.  After the road trip, of him asking “what is that” over and over, you arrive back at your house, pull him to the portal, and throw him back in, fed up with his constant craziness and mumbling.  Thinking you might have chosen the wrong person to visit and you feel like screwing with culture a bit, you think of a person in time that has made many astonishing pieces for our world. And you want to give that person something from today he could understand, and make sense of what you give him or her.

My personal choice would be to give Shakespeare a Disc man, with an Eminem CD.

Karma, why today?

Last night was some night! I was sitting at home behind my computer trying to figure out what YouTube video I was going to watch next after watching every possible viral video there is. It must have been around 8:30 pm, it was pouring rain outside even more than the day before, and I was happy I wasn’t working outside like my girlfriend, and I had no intentions on leaving the house anytime soon either. Thinking that, karma must have sensed it, and set the situation so that my brother-in-laws UPS-style van broke down after having slowed down too much on a spot in the road where the water was at least knee high.

This having happened, he called his emergency towing truck (me), and asked me if I could tow him to his destination about 5 km away. Now 5 km isn’t much, but with the rain pouring, visibility near to 0, and water knee high on the road, this is quite a task. He did fail to mention this me, so I happily said: “yea man I’ll be there if a jiffy!” A jiffy being less than 15 min. It took me 30 min to get to him which was still not too long, as the roads were all flooded and everyone else was driving at 20 k/ph, while I was driving at 40 basically passing them all and giving them a bath in the process, karma picked up on that too.

By the time I got to my brother-in-law, it was still pouring rain, the road we were on was flooded higher than any other road I had seen, except for the crossing of that road where there were about 3 cars floating around with their passengers spiteful of me and the fact that they were not sitting in a truck.   As I parked in front of the van, I thought, “How the hell am I going to tow a giant van through a river?” I proceeded to roll up my jeans, took everything out of my pockets, took off my shirt, shoes and socks and grabbed the towing cable from behind the back seat. Not expecting how high the water was at the moment I nonchalantly jumped out into the river, and recreated the river scene from that movie Apocalypto, at least it felt that way. We proceeded to hook up the trucks and agreed to keep the windows open to be able to communicate while on the move, (that was karma talking).

I got back into my truck; soaking wet, started the truck, put my head out the window, and yelled, “here we go!” At first inching my way forward and steadily gaining momentum and getting to the near 15 k/ph we held the entire way. Now at this point nothing could have made the situation more or less pleasant, or so I thought. Karma is a very kind thing, driving in the right lane of a two-lane flooded high way, the best possible car to have was a truck, smart then of the guy in the big dark grey, raised, with the large tires truck, whom I presumed to be “BIG DOG” to indeed go driving along in his truck. Passing us at what seemed like 100kph “BIG DOG” took no measure to slow down as his foot was being motivated by karma and the thought I had about him the day before, sent a flood of water in to the air and side to side, perfectly angled into my truck through my open window, as my head was sticking out.

By the time we arrived at our destination after our seemingly endless journey across the river, we parked the van and I set my truck to the side, stepped out on to the parking lot and asked, to my regret, what the plan was. As the van could not start due to a dead battery, we had to get another one from his car, taking the same road I had before to find the van. Most of the road was flooded as streets here aren’t that straight, and only one lane was drivable for normal cars, so I had decided that I would dedicate myself to the flooded lane, spraying water into the windows of any unsuspecting drivers, getting my revenge from “BIG DOG” on about 3 victims. It made me feel better to know I wasn’t the only person drenched in a car. As we got to the earlier described crossing where cars were floating around, I noticed the water was even higher and there were even more cars drifting into different directions. And the wave I made by driving casually by them sent them bobbing up and down even more, thus also confirming the cars to literally be floating. There was one point where even my truck had water up to the door, knowing the road well there, I looked over to the other lanes and saw that to my far left the water wasn’t as high so I went over the pad separating the two rivers and made my way to higher ground, leaving the people in the floating car hating me for my amazing truck.

We got through the worst part of our journey at this point, but we still had to enter the lot where my brother-in-laws car was parked. This lot was set between all these houses with brick walls and with a large bushy hilled terrain behind it, a perfect combination to create a river in an urban enviourment.

After retrieving the battery I took a different road to go back to the van and drop off my brother-in-law. This was the last thing on my to-do list, so I went home jolly in the thought that I had a bed and shower waiting for me there. After a short trip to my house passing some more open windows, I got home and parked my car, got out and walked to the door. As I took my 4^th step away from my car, my phone rang.

And my girlfriend said on the phone, “hey baby, can you come pick me up”.

The birthday paradigm

The reason we celebrate our birthday is to be happy about our birth and it’s relativity to the position of the world in comparison to the sun. Because when each of us was born the earth was at a certain place, a rotational degree to the sun, which is intern defined by a day of the year. So every birthday you celebrate, the world is in the same orbital position as it was when you were born. Celebrating this simply means you appreciate that day and location to define you as a person. In and of itself of no relevance to your life, but still affecting you by counting your age, you still see it as an important day.

Some people don’t care for their birthdays, not because of its meaning, but just because the day is factually just like any other day. They prefer there to be no fuss, no party, no gifts, nothing. Rather than having this day be like any other day such people often bar themselves from doing anything, and turn that day into the most boring and lackluster day of the year. Technically still celebrating that day by making it different in the attempt of making it the same, trying to be the same will always result in being different.

On the other end of the scale, people who celebrate their birthdays in enormous and luxurious ways are sometimes also over zealously popularizing their day of the year, as it will repeat itself every year anyway. Some throw massive parties with hundreds of guests and an equal amount of gifts. Other yet will buy some ice, bier, and chips, grab a cooler, throw it all in a truck drive to a beach or parking lot, and have anyone show up, and make it a fun time, regardless of any gifts of invitation rights.

Personally I prefer the simple party with friends and strangers to isolate my birthday as the day I throw a party, and have fun at my expense, as I have a friend born on the same day as me, we have shared the occasion together, splitting costs and guests numbers. Impossible to draw a straight line through cost and guest, the line is left obscured and simply ignored as fussing about it would take away from the primary objective of having fun and enjoying the night.

So how ever you choose to celebrate your rotational degree around the sun and the day correlated with it, just know, someone else is enjoying it with you.  So it not your birthday, it the birthday of at least a thousand other people as well.