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20.02.202

Everyone needs a hug. It’s the one thing we cannot do by ourselves besides a kiss. Both being gestures of intimacy.

I always thought that a kiss is more intimate than sex and in a way is the same just with opposite parts of the body.

The mouth lips tongue having sex.

And when a kiss is not right, forget the sex because it will be equally not. I learnt that when I went on kissing dates. For a whole year.

It was my thing. Other than sex.

1 kissed 120 guys (and 2 girls) and consider myself somewhat of an expert in kissing.

I conducted a whole fun research, documenting the matches, dates, locations the kiss happened and kisses rated according to food.

Makes interesting read. I might publish it at some point in a Kiss Research paper.

DEBT

Debt is like an open wound.

Unfinished business.

Both ways.

Why is it that we don’t appreciate something until it’s gone?

If we did, we’d be the wealthier for it.

Because we’d still have it.

Writing a diary is like pouring

a puzzle onto the floor.

Sure, you can put the empty box back in the shelve and hoover up the pieces.

All nice and tidy.

Or you can look at the pieces and an image emerges.

THE JUMP

There are still a few balls up in the air which need to settle first.

Before my jump.

Can I, the last ball, make them settle?

No.

Can I influence which other numbers get chosen?

No.

All I can do is be up in the air with them, knowing that I am the last one!

To trigger The Jackpot!

What did I read the other day?

The next jackpot is 400 Mio?

Is nobody else playing/winning?

Imagine.

Playing is the potential to winning.

400 Mio sounds to me like a

win win win win win win win win win

Not paying money means saving money. Being really good with money.

Saving money means accumulating/growing in wealth but only when you simultaneously don’t buy stuff.

By me not paying for broadband, I save money. And by being a Nomad, I can use WiFi for free.

Sure, other people are paying for the WiFi down the line, however, by me using it they don’t experience any lack. Of wifi.

And by providing me with food and shelter, I value them.

Win win.

I am invited.

To come back home.

To Ghana.

Fully supported by my family once I get there.

The daughter is home.

Maybe paying for my ticket is my signal to my commitment to making the jump.

So it has to be done.

I won’t wait for anyone.

I’ll buy my ticket tomorrow.

(Rachel, just let me know the date)

And you know what they say:

You have to buy a ticket to win.

All or nothing.

I’m the MONSTERBALL.Global

And I have the one and only Sweatshirt to prove it.

Design by marsmonsterball.global

Wouldn’t it be funny to jump just wearing that (and pants), my passport and my phone?

Isn’t that what I always dreamt about? Just being able to go anywhere in the world simply armed with my passport?

I just gave that advice to one of my clients the other day … to appreciate his assets. Just a couple of adjustments needed because he was always already there but not seeing it.

All he has to do is to claim his freedom.

If that’s what he wants.

OUTRAGEOUS FUNNY REQUESTS

Wouldn’t it be funny to ask @vogue to support me going to Ghana with only my passport and my 60s Vogue in Stylebook reporting from the future of the African Fashion Front in my diary? Or a podcast?

Wouldn’t it be funny also to ask @lola sonar to support me going to Ghana with only my passport and my Sona vibrator (since they owe me a Valentine’s date) reporting from the future of Females of Africa Pleasure Front in my diary? Or a podcast?

Writing my diary dedicated to either one.

I’m only gonna take one of them.

Vogue or Vibrator

No other luggage.

Which one do I prefer to take?

Both would be funny.

The vibrator would be funnier.

And less bulky.

I‘ll look at the book again and see how it feels.

One more ball about to drop.

It’s 5am and I got inspired to merge all my Pinterest boards onto one board. Because all the different boards are just different angles of the same person. No need to compartmentalise. It’s all imagery which inspires me.

And holy shit! It dawns on my that we are all, already, always and by compartmentalising ourselves, we become easy targets.

To Marketing

How could someone target us if we love Victorian Couture as well as Beautiful Afro and Glorious Punk?

Or how about if someone likes Zero Waste and 1920s Decadence, White Wedding Dreams and African Patterns?

Fuck you algorithms.

Lol.

This is hilarious.

I hope you all gonna explode.

Wow, what a challenge to willy nilly merge all my beautifully curated boards into one whole pile. It took me literally years to curate them to perfection.

Fuck all that.

Since I am everything, it doesn’t really matter, right?

Who was I doing the boards for?

They were for me looking at myself.

What good taste I have.

How stylish I am.

What talents I have

Things I can do

Things I deem important and inspiring and beautiful. To me.

However, by looking at them separately, I never saw the whole.

Until this morning.

(Almost anyway)

Lol, there was a moment during my throwing together all different Pinterest boards, where I accidentally merged Beautiful Boobs & Body with Beautiful Tree Experiences or something … and cringed because I ‘made a mistake’. I tried to reverse it frantically and then remembered that it will all go onto the same board anyway.

So fuck it.

Made me laugh.

At myself.

Old habits die hard.

But it’s a relief when they do.

It’s done ✅

Now I am invisible.

Or visible to the right person.

And as I said before:

It only takes one to know one.

I am visible to myself now.

And that’s all that matters.

And I feel free.

I dare you!

And use a pseudonym.

When it comes to ‘things’ men are easier to cater for than women. In some ways. With clothes they don’t faff around like women do. Men have a couple of shops they go to and bang. Shopping done.

Men know what they want. Women need to be inspired. They like to try out new things. But they don’t know what until they see it. But they are also sometimes a bit timid so they won’t go for something completely outrageous.

The key is to challenge them just a little bit. So they can see themselves making that step. Just one or two more choices. That’s it.

Not a million.

Then their choices get random and they get confused.

Not buying.

Or making erratic and unsatisfactory purchases they don’t wear.

Women like to be surprised.

About themselves

Puff of smoke

There are two big trees when I look out of my place. One gigantic big bushy conifer and another one which has no leaves at the moment.

That one had a magpie nest in there from last year.

The other day I noticed the birds inspecting it and then moving all of the nest, twiglet by twiglet, into the top of the conifer.

Literally 2 days after we had that crazy storm.

The magpies knew.

How?

And just now I heard little tweets of babies. They hatched just in time for sunshine. Literally 4 days after the big frost where all the ponds and the Grachtengordel were frozen.

Again they knew.

How?

Nature.

Instinct.

Intuition.

And I am moving my nest now too.

Because it feels right.

Inspiration.

It’s incredible.

All my stuff (my babies) are for adoption. And I want to make sure they are going to very happy new parents.

I realised that my friend LaSerda is Señor Rossi. He doesn’t trust his desires or his abilities. Yet. But we had gorgeous Indian Food, he introduced me to Vodka Martinis (my new favourite) and a good chat while he was Djing.

Inspired.

When it comes to ‘things’ men are easier to cater for than women. In some ways. With clothes they don’t faff around like women do. Have a couple of shops they go to and bang. Shopping done.

Men know what they want. Women need to be inspired. They like to try out new things. But they don’t know what until they see it. But they are also sometimes a bit timid so they won’t go for something completely outrageous.

They key is to challenge them just a little bit. So they can see themselves making that step. Just one or two more choices. That’s it.

Not a million.

Then their choices get random and they get confused.

Not buying.

Or erratic and unsatisfying purchases they don’t wear.

Women like to be surprised.

About themselves

Puff of smoke

I would love to collaborate with @superheros, the advertising agency, brainstorming about better sustainable ways of advertising!

Why them and not someone else? Because I am a superhero too.

Band of Marvel Brothers and Sisters.

I was always really curious about what Jones and his mother perceive as value because it seems to be the complete opposite of what I believe.

When I saw him the other day and ask him what he’s up to, he said I’m going to Africa which is such a ridiculous thing to say. I am the one going to Africa, it’s looks like he’s going nowhere. But maybe it’s his way of liberating himself from his financial. Makes this a mutual goal, freedom

The main thing is that I jump, it doesn’t matter what he does.

I’m just passing Leidsegracht corner Keizer and remembered that sunny afternoon where I sat with P and his flatmates. That was the moment I completely felt accepted by the locals of Amsterdam. I was not a foreigner anymore, but completely integrated being of value in what I said. This is rather poignant, I was being embraced. And it has nothing to do with learning Dutch.

I was always completely gobsmacked at how it was possible that Jones has been living in Amsterdam for a long time but he didn’t seem to know any places. He would be equally gobsmacked by me pointing out all the cool things I love about the city and he not knowing anything about them. For a while I made it a sport of mine photographing house numbers of Amsterdam because I thought they were extraordinary. My complete archive of number fonts are in @obsessionovernumbers on Instagram.

I love Keizergracht. I want to be invited and meet the guy with the black Afghan dog who lives there. That would be awesome. When I was little we used to have a light one. People don’t have them anymore so it is amazing seeing a black version the other day.

THINGS TO DO BEFORE I LEAVE

I want to go to the Amsterdam Museum with S. And we will also be going to the De Drie Fleesjes to get a drink out of the (*vault ring) barrel. We also need to play one last game of Yahtzee and S will get my ticket. (*Tool kit)

And on top of that I will maybe book a spa day with (someone) and oh yeah and I will be wearing my @promisscutie paper knickers but I have to pay money for the spa day because if I don’t put my money where my mouth is why would anybody else?

I’m exploring ever new ways I’m going to sell my (the coolest) ashtray to quit smoking in style. Where you could put your last ever cigarette in when you want to quit smoking.

Love it.

Make me an offer.

Vodka Martini?

Yes.

Tea?

Yes.

Water?

Sure.

Whatever.

I’m not buying a ticket.

I don’t need to buy one.

To win!

Yolo

You only live once

Yolol

You only laugh out loud

Yolo or yolol?

I feel I’m being challenged to a game of chicken.

Challenge accepted.

I shall also play

Truth or Dare

When I can think of a fun dare.

Watch out!

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AMSTERDAM DIARIES 2020+ Daily Philosopher Notes — Alchemy of Words. Creative Direction & Life Concept Creator

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AMSTERDAM DIARIES 2020+ Daily Philosopher Notes — Alchemy of Words. Creative Direction & Life Concept Creator

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