My train rides

In addition to the previous post, I'd like to write something about the train rides I experience... I find myself in a similar position Thijs mentioned as dishwasher. 

In short: I'm studying Architectural Engineering at the University of Applied Sciences in Den Bosch. This city lies half an hour away by train from my home city. But my home city offers the same study, so people ask: Why study in an other city so far away?? So in short: the education there is so much better.

A journey like that contains several advantages. It gives you time to rest in the morning, gives you the opportunity to study, allows you to think about all those thoughts circulating in your mind...and it offers you an valuable experience to look and think about our country: Holland.

Just yesterday I had to travel way down to Roermond (for a one-day-job), which resulted in a 3 hour journey...One can have to much of a good thing... but! it is always exciting to go places you haven't been before, and seeing how the landscapes take form there. 

That's the nice thing, to see what Hollands shows us... You can look so far into the horizon, and notice how the sky dominates every sight. Add a nice relaxing song (one which fits with the weather, your mood and the scape your travelling through), and you got yourself a moment to savor=)

Even when it's raining, the sight is simply amazing. Those dark grey clouds....They emphazise the green colours nature beholds even more. All that green has such an calming effect. And in the deep distance, it's a bit foggy... all in all, a country like Holland has landscapes that shows us what's valuable about this culture, it's all so open...but can yet be so empty and lonely at the same time. It can be a real inspiration. It even makes me think about the 'Train ride' scene in one of the best animated films ever made: Spirited Away (pic below) (Thijs, we must still see this one together someday)

You know what. I think I just might take the time someday, to draw one of my moments seen from the train. Who knows, it might pop up one day on this very blog.

The reasons I sill work as a dishwasher

When conversating with people, I sometimes tell them I've been a dishwasher for quite a while.
The first answer a normal person would give would be: What the heck!? WHY?!

This story is based on my personal situation, I do NOT guarantee it is like this in every place.
Here's why I'm a dishwasher.

1: You get to throw with food
2: You can shout at the cooks
3: There's plenty of food, which is free also.
4: Making so much fun at an irresponsible job makes me laugh when I just get there.
5 (I'm a fan of this one)You get to play with water all the time.. (Yeah, I like playing with water...)
6: When there's nothing to do I spank the cooks with my wet tea towel
7: When there's still nothing to do there's always more food to throw at eachother
8: We've also played tennis with eggs and frying pans.
9: When you're hungover(All of the people in the kitchen are usually) it's still fun because you really don't need brains when doing this.
10: Last, but not least: The collegues are great. We always make so much fun together, drink beers after work and have the best conversations in the world. Especially when sharks become the most genious animals in the world the discussions get really great..

So yeah, if you still think I'm 'just the dishwasher' then think twice. I don't do it for the loan, I don't do it for the fame. I do it because it's fun and there's always a lot of things I didn't knew yet. For example how to make vanilla sauce.
(Btw, if you want the recipe, drop me a note, or a comment, or contact me in any way)

Situations

Some situations you can find yourself in can be rather tricky, but it always depends on how you want to come out of it.

Just this week I was sitting in a full train, returning from college. I found myself sitting in a 4-persons seat corner, and yes I was lucky to sit by the window! (EVERYBODY wants to sit by the window) 

The first person to sit there (next to the window), was a blond girl with blue eyes around the same age I am. I saw the overcrowded coupé and decided to sit opposite her, next to the window (I secretly noticed her around when waiting on the platform, for the train to arrive). Soon after I sat down, a businesswoman of middle age sat next to the girl across me.

It was a great trip, with the sun going under and leaving quite a sight to look on. Not to mention the girl...! She was pretty =) 

But, I noticed she also stared at me from time to time, and very often we made eye contact. 

So eh...what the hell are you supposed to do in a situation like that? 

Hm, I know! I could wait for us to lay eyes on each other again... and ask (with the right timing) in the most sexy, but gentle way: how you doin', baby?  

But...oh, bloody hell, I forgot: it's a crowded coupé! Ah darn.

Maybe it was just my imagination, of course, maybe she didn't mean to look in my direction... But the right thing to do than, is sit back. Enjoy. Smile. And feel complimented. Looking it from a positive angle. That's what I did.

For the first 20 minutes than, because from that point... I started thinking about ways to lay contact with her... Writing things down on paper and showing it to her? No. Having a stare contest?=D Ehm...No. 

I started thinking about doing the following: 

My coat was hanging on one of those hat racks, since it was warm in the train (no, it wasn't just me...!). What if, I left my seat and 'forgot' it... and what if she would see that, and out of kindness take my coat and give it to me personally... THAN there's a opportunity to begin a conversation with her!

Ofcourse the bitch was faster than I was (or I was just plain slow, depends on how you look on it) and while waiting for the train to stop and the doors to open, there were at least 6 people between her and me. 

What? It was crowded, man...

When we got out on platform no. 7, I saw her getting onto the train on no. 6, ...wait, her train left from no. 5, there is no no. 6...I think...The point is: she was headed to Amsterdam, so yeah whatever. It would be a bummer if she lived in Utrecht.

So. There are some situations you get in, of which you want to make most of it. But hey, what the heck... so I kinda failed. Life isn't THAT short.

Oh my. I wanted to make a short post! Look at what I've done now... Buh.