On the ... eight years .....

Time flies .. and suddenly it has been 8 years since I arrived first time in this continent .... to be honest i don't remember the exact date, but I assume it was between 4 and 9 august 2003 .... doesn't matter, but anyway I celebrated it secretly yesterday, by getting drunk in stratumsendijk with some friends of mine and other new people .. nothing really special except i fought so hard to get home and to avoid the police from visibly appeared drunk in public place ... huehehehehehehehe ... it was fun ... especially i need it to release some of my stress from my work (which i assume i just managed to finish 60% of my expectation in three years ... what an idiot me ...) ... yaps ... sometimes you need to across a line a bit to refresh your mind ... as long you don't make it as a habit since the hangover is unbearable (huehehehehehehehe .. i still feel it a bit ).......

anyway ... it has been 8 years, and i thank God for that ... and to be honest, after 8 years i still feel that i haven't accomplished my own expectation .. seems to be a long way to go ....

for some comparison of what have changed all these years .... maybe these photos can give a good view of the transformation (or degradation???)

they look different right? hueheheheheheheheheh ... yes, I am getting old ....

last but not least ... a song .... something to remember ....



.......Father made my history .... and when my mother smiles  she shows the lines of sacrifice ..... and now I know what they are saying ...