Rebel

Being a perfectionist, Rebel writes his blog posts with sparkling eye for detail. These details sometimes lead to an overkill of stimuli; in his words: ‘a bad hair day’. The start of a normal day is comparable with a diesel: thumping and bumping. Fortunately, he’s sweet as honey what makes him a wonderful person to spend time with… Being a perfectionist, Rebel writes his blog posts with twinkling eye for detail. These details sometimes lead to an overkill of stimuli; in his words: ‘a bad hair day’. The start of a normal day is comparable with a diesel: thumping and bumping. Fortunately, he’s sweet as honey what makes him a wonderful person to spend time with…

The journey: Final part

Posted by on Nov 15, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

The journey: Final part

Here we are, again. You, me and our mysterious flying machine, made out of ‘glass-bamboo’, clouds and ‘koala-wool’. You do remember it, don’t you? Well, the story isn’t over. Not yet. I think it’s about time I tell you something important. There is something about this story that I haven’t told you about. I’ve kept it a secret. I told you a story about ancient times.  Times when people started discovering the world.. and beyond. A story about their dream to visit the ‘shiney dots in...

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Freedom is yours, do you dare to take it?

Posted by on Nov 10, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

Freedom is yours, do you dare to take it?

I love freedom. I can decide now to leave the terrace I’m currently sitting and head for the railway station. Once there, I can decide to buy a ticket to Amsterdam, buy a soda and sandwich at the shop, wait for the train and leave. In Amsterdam I can decide to head for the Airport. Once on the Airport I can decide to buy myself 50 beautiful, colorful balloons. I can decide to give all of these balloons away, putting a smile on the faces of A LOT of children and their parents. I can decide to close my eyes and pick an upcoming flight to...

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Nightmares are a gift

Posted by on Nov 7, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

Nightmares are a gift

I am a dreamer, I believe in dreams. I believe that dreams can come true. “They’ve promised that dreams can come true – but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.” – Oscar Wilde So what about nightmares? Since I believe in dreams, I believe in nightmares too. But there are a few things to know for those who sleep every once in a while. Read on, so I can tell you more about nightmares. What is a dream? When you go to sleep your conscious mind goes to rest.  Your subconscious mind, on the other hand, remains...

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My silent smile

Posted by on Oct 29, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

My silent smile

If these were my last words No more time left for me to speak Only this very moment There would be no signs of regret No signs of being weak The words, those that would come to mind I would choose them to wander Far, amongst the clouds in the sky So they would vanish or dissapear behind If I had only this very moment I would listen and be silent And all would be worthwhile If these were my last words I would color the world with a smile.

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The journey: Part four

Posted by on Oct 26, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

The journey: Part four

So tell me what you think! Is it what you expected it to be? It’s certainly not what I expected it to become when I first started. When I started creating it, it had 2 wings and most of it was out of old, rusty metal plates. It was nothing special, it was heavy and really unpractical. But then I figured that I wasn’t playing by the rules of the game. I copied what already existed and limited myself while doing it. I figured that there are no boundaries. Since I am the one creating, not somebody else, it can be exactly how I want it...

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Are you listening to Peter Pan?

Posted by on Oct 23, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

Are you listening to Peter Pan?

All three of us are staring up. Nine meters up in the treetops are a football and a baseball bat. The numerous attempts to get them out haven’t worked out so far. The football is stuck between the branches and the baseball bat is out of reach. The only way to get them down is to climb all the way up to get them. It’s time to make a decision; Option A: acknowledge the fact that it is too risky, and go home without football or baseball bat. Option B: ignore the fact that a 9 meter fall down isn’t ‘so good’ for your legs, and try to do...

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The journey: Part three

Posted by on Oct 20, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

The journey: Part three

It’s time. With a big smile on my face I get out of bed.  I can feel a tingling feeling in my abdomen; I’m excited. The wooden floor beneath my feet is warm and as I walk to the door I take a peak through the small, rounded window. The sky is pitch-black and the moon and stars are lightening the rooftops. It’s late, or let’s say, it’s very early. As quiet as I possible can I walk down the stairs. I slowly open the door and step outside. Little water drops on the leaves reflect the bright moonlight and create miniature...

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The journey: Part two

Posted by on Oct 17, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

The journey: Part two

Do you remember what I told you last time? I told you that they made this because they wanted to fulfill a long-desired dream;  the dream to get to  the shiny dots in the sky, you remember? It’s funny, because now we know that these ‘shiny dots’ are stars. But back then they didn’t. Back then there were a lot of things they didn’t precisely knew. They just guessed and hoped for the best. It took them quite a long time to finally get there. They tried just about anything to get up in the air. And by experimenting...

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The journey: Part one

Posted by on Oct 12, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

The journey: Part one

I know it looks a little bit rusty on the outside, but I believe that’s what gives it character. In fact, it’s actually very old. It comes from the time when people started discovering the world… and beyond. People were curious about what was out there, out there between all these shiny, little dots in the sky. They wanted to go there you know. But the ladders they had were too short, and jumping was certainly not a better option.  So they figured out a way to get there. They figured out a way to visit the shiny dots in the sky! So...

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Why I should go to work in my underwear

Posted by on Oct 7, 2012 in Rebel | 0 comments

Why I should go to work in my underwear

Going to work in your underwear, I’ve never done it, and it’s not something I’ve ever seen anyone else do before. But to me, it sounds pretty amusing. Don’t you think it would be amusing, seeing a decent, middle-aged man in his heart-dotted, oversized boxer shorts waiting for the train? Smiling, while sipping his hot coffee. His phone rings, and while he is talking with his business-partner over the phone he is scratching his but. Ok, forget about the last part, I’m over-doing it. But I’m wondering how most people would react to a...

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