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June 15th, 2007
05:33 pm - A common Wednesday afternoon...
As I was sitting at work, surfing through some sites on the internet my mobile rang. I picked up and it was Jason. "What are your plans for the evening?", he asked.
"Dunnu, have to study with michael and wanted to have a coffee with Candice later on. Why? You have any better plans?" At this moment I could actually think of lots and even more better ways to spend my evening, but on the other hand, after all the stuff I bought recently, I could really stand some more money in my pocket.
"Well, I don't know whether you concider this as an better idea", he said, "but I have tickets for the ROLLING STONES in Frankfurt."
My reaction was something like: "..."
"You hear me? Would you like to go?"
"You have WHAT?????"
"Tickets for the Rolling Stones concert in Frankfurt. TONIGHT."
Well let me think, would I rather go and sit with an 11 years old kid or see the Rolling Stones? And yeah, sure i rather wanted to have a coffee instead of the maybe once-in-a-lifetime chance to see a living legend! ;)
The guys rocked the whole stadium as if they were still 25 years old. Very nice range of songs and they went on for good 2 hours with Keith Richards trying to sing :D Honestly, I wasn't too much impressed by his acting in Pirates of the Caribbean, even though he did very well, but as Jason's buddy said, "he should finaly stop trying singig!" He should just stick with what he does best: being one of the guitar-gods and one of those who keeps staying alive while 100000 other people having his lifestyle, would already have died. As a magazine said: "After the next nuclear explosion the cockroaches and Keith Richards will be the only survivors." :D Unfortunatelly we believed the warning, not to take any cameras etc. because they will be taken off at the entrance. It turned out to be total bullshit. I cought a couple minutes of the concert on my cellphone. The quality is crappy, but I might load it up, it's still kind of cool and special.
Current Location: hoooooome Current Mood: satisfied Current Music: Jimi Hendrix something
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March 20th, 2007
07:37 pm - The Wii and Me...
My first experiences with the new Nintendo Wii console were made at work. We wanted to find out whether it's possible to play the games on a screen with a very high resulution projector (yeah people, buy Panasonic stuff!!!). It didn't work out, since the console's highest resolution was... whatever it was, it was not high enough. Nevertheless, the playing itself absolutely amazed me and I fell in love with this little white box, it's "remote" and the nunchuck controller. So, as an intelligent and modern woman (*g*) I started to talk about the game, just a little bit and drop it. As you know, if you really want something, you just have to give a little taste of it and then stop at the most interesting point. ...well, actually, it wasn't excatly like that, since Jason was in Canada back then and I figured it would be cheaper to buy a Wii from Canada and bring it over. Thank God he didn't jump on it, because I would be a hell of a time finding any games over here!!!
So we let the topic soak in for a little while, though I kept talking about it once in a while to not let him forget the taste. Remember? The taste, it's all about that little taste ;) Anyways, as Mark decided to leave Europe and go back to the States (I hope everything's well with you buddy!), he also decided to get rid of everything he doesn't necessarily need and a German Wii console makes absolutely no sense in the States. So he asked Jason whether he wants to try it out. J came home and asked, whether I want to play the Wii over the weekend. My eyes must have been huge, because the next thing he said was: "Don't look at me as if you have smoked pot!"
That is exactly what I wanted, because I knew exactly once he tried it, he wouldn't give it back anymore. (Oh yeah, Ladies, guys ARE little kids... but still we love them, don't we?)
As we got the console we couldn't wait to plug it in and start playing. I was a little concerned, because we have no TV at home, only the projector. But the projector ia already an "old" one (around 2 years old), so the resolution was perfect. I can actually say that I have a bowling center in the living-room :) Now actually I wanted to quit my gym membership a couple weeks ago. See, having your own thae-bo and callastetics group 2 times a week, 2-3 times a week American gym and side activities are just too much. The ones who know me If I had the possibility, I'd be working out 24/7, but I don't have the possibility, and paying for a membership I don't use just makes no sense to me. But you know, it's always good to have something like an all-day-gym more or less right around the corner. What if you suddenly decide to go work out at 1am? So I kept it. Yesterday I cancelled it. Call me insane, but Wii Sports IS sports!!! I happened to find out after I was sore for FOUR days after boxing and playing tennis. ON THE WII!!! Last time I have been so sore was after the wrestling camp with Claudio and Chris and there I was falling on the mat, taking bumps, chops, kicks and warming up with 5 blocks around the gym, 50 push-ups, 70 sit-ups and all that funny stuff. As a real girl I decided to create my own Mii. A Mii is the little "person", icon, avatare, call it the way you like, you are operating during games like "Wii Sports" or "Wii Play". So I've taken a mirror and tried to create Me. This Mii got the name "Mee". unfortunatelly it diesn't look like me anymore, since I've cut my hair (again), but i didn't feel like changing it, because it looks just perfect... to ME. Well, i wasn't sure about telling Jason about Mee, it's a rather girlish step... or isn't it? As my boyfriend sat down to play again, he discovered the new Mii and was like? "Is that you??? Why do you have a Mii and I don't? I want a Mii!!!" So we created another Mii, that should look like Jason... it looked like Jesus... After a couple changes he was satisfied and was thinking about a name. "How do you spell "yes" in French?", he asked. "Oui. O - U - I. Why?" "Oh, nothing..." The next look at the picture on the wall unraveled the mystery: he named his Mii "MUI". If you want to play online, you have to register your console and give it a name. It didn't take him very long and he came up with "WIINER". So I'm not quite sure whether it's a good thing that people are coming over and playing with my boyfriend's Wiiner ;)
Recently I was talking to a friend of mine, telling her about our new toy. Her reaction was quite interesting. "Throw that stuff out! Things like that are total relationship killer!" Now let me think... I can't imagine that a guy will love ANY computer game more than ONE other game. Carrie Bradshaw would look at me as if I was a fool and ask: "Sweety, can't you just write what you think? How old are you?" Well, since I'm not writing sex columns for Vogue (was she writing for Vogue?) I think this will do. I was absolutely right with my theory, so don't believe what funny commercials on YOUTUBE say (search for "Wii Sex"), girls, we always have at least one pressurizing medium ;)
Right now we have another two games besides Wii Sports and Wii Play, which are "Zelda the Twilight Princess" and "Red Steel". Both are rather cool, and tonight or tomorrow I will upload a couple pics and videos of Jason trying to fight with a sword :-D
I would like to come to following conclusion (I've got work to do here, so my entries are becoming shorter and shorter): - Wii is a total new level in the computer games world - It does NOT disturb relationships - It IS capable for people who normally don't play - It is even capable for my grandma (golf) - It does NOT make you stupid or lazy - LADIES, let your guys play, even play with them, no matter whether you like the game or not (you will like it!). Later on you absolutely have the right to say: "Honey, you've been playing your shooting games, I didn't say anything, even played with you. Now you have to watch 'Sex And The City' with me. Next entry: PIX, VIDS and a short report about our trip to Berlin.
Current Location: In the sky with Lucy and her diamonds... Current Mood: amused Current Music: Pink - U & U'r Hand (what else?)
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October 18th, 2006
08:34 pm - Intermot 2006 Alright then, after a longer period of non-writing and a short nonsense entry here's something real to look at (and this time it's not (only) me) *wink*
While we were on the way to Jason's friend to celebrate my birthday we have heard something about a fair in Cologne. It was something like "yadda, yadda, yadda, motorcycles, yadda, yadda, yadda, Cologne, yadda, yadda, yadda, Intermot, yadda, yadda, yadda, Oct. 11th - 15th."
Jason: "What did he just say?" Me: No clue. Something about a motorcycle fair in Koeln Messe or something. " Jason: "WHEN???" Me: "In three days! Until next Sunday. Wanna go?" Jason, with HUGE eyes: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? YES!!!"
Alright, this sounds like a decision then. We didn't talk about the fair for exactly 3minutes, then we started making plans when we're going, whom we are going to take with us, for how long we are going and whether we're going on the bike or by car. I defenitely wanted to take the bike. This was my chance to show my honeybean that it IS possible to ride on the back of a sportbike for longer than 45 minutes.
As we found out some other people wanted to go there as well, there was even a mail going around at the base to everyone with a bike and ride as a huge group to Cologne, but we didn't feel like joining them. The reason: they wanted to leave about 7am and ride on their Harleys at about 100km/h, which absolutely doesn't work for mr. Kling. "I have a sportbike, I can make 260 on that baby and I'm gonna make 260!" Thank God that didn't happen, we ONLY made it to average 210 and that was the best workout for me back and neck in the last 4 years.
One day before the trip (Friday) we went to the Hein Gericke shop to buy pants for both of us. After thinking hard, whether it's worth it or not, we both decided that biking pants are perfectly ausable for snowboarding and skiing. This was the point where we defenitely decided to get those pants, which was not as easy as it sounds: We first tried kid's size for me, which was alittle bit too small. 36, which is something like S was a little bit too big and there was no smaller one. We still haven't taken the kid's size because we figured if I put jeans underneath the "bigger" pair it will be just perfect - and it was.
Actually there was another someone named Joel who wanted to join us, but Joel decided to sleep until 2pm instead. Well, shit happens! He cought up with us the following day (Sunday). As we entered Cologne at the end of the highway there was a guy in a yellow glowing jacket who gave all motorcycles the sign which way to go to "Intermot". I think he was kind of annoyed and half frozen, but uh well, as I already said: shit happens. Shit also happened to us, but it wasn't that bad - we got lost in Cologne. Not really lost, but it took us a couple loops to find the right way and the right way was a group of bikers. They also had absolutely no clue where they were going, but one of them decided to ask one of the yellow jackets (no, not the yellow pages!) and after a while we were parking "Nina" in the Messe Koeln garage.
After entering the hall we tried to get hold of Greg and Keith, who actually went up there on their Harleys and don't ask me how, but they made it there in the exactly same amount of time as we did, so I'm still absolutely sure, we've taken the longer road. I'm really sad I couldn't take any pics of their bikes, because they both look gorgeus, especially Keith's bike (sorry Greg!), but maybe another time. As I expected Jason simply followed his instinct and where did he go first? Oh yeah - where the Buells were. I think it was the same hall where the Kawasakis were, so I'm still not sure, which one made him go exactly this direction *lol*

After calling each other about 15 times we finaly met Greg and Keith, who were looking around already up from shortly to 10am, which makes 3,5 more hours before we got there. I actually never got the chance to talk to Greg for a longer time: first time we met was at his wedding. Second time we met him and his wife DIANE (more about the name a little later, right Greg? ;) ) at the wine fest, but Jason and I had a reservation in a restaurant, so we couldn't stay. They both came over for movies later on, but there's not a lot of talking while you're watching a movie. So this was actually the very first time and you're a wonderful conversation partner, Greg! Keith I met for the very first time in my life and you're absolutely funny.... daddy :P BTW. have you seen me in the car today (Wednesday) or not? I swear I recognized your car before Jason did, although I had no clue what license plate it has on. I just have seen a red Corvette and an American license plate and I was like " That's Keith!!!" If you're still interested in eating GOOD Sushi, we'll probably go on Saturday again. I'll pay your dinner if you let me drive your car! Just kidding...
...about Julie... Diane. Yeah, I really called her Julie and now don't ask me how I came up with Julie! I have never known a Julie, but obviously Greg's former wife's name was Julie and so it was a rather strange coincidence and I am STILL sooo sorry about it! I hope you'll forgive me at least when I say: "Greg, you're da maaaaaan"... at least on this picture. Don't ask me why, but I think that pic turned out great. Too bad Keith wasn't looking:

Thanks as well for calling and checking whether we made it home OK. Eccept for freezing my hands off (I need different gloves) we made it home just fine. We even used the chatter box and listened to music. It wasn't perfect, but we were still able to talk to each other and listen to music while driving 135km/h.
On the way home we stopped for dinner. We both aggreed on going the following day, but this time we'd take the car simply because there werw other people who joined us and riding a bike, especially a sportbike is exhausting for both - the driver and the passenger. Besides tempertures droped over night, so that was a total NO.
Jason went straight to bed that evening. That was my plan as well, but I was a little delayed by a couple phone calls. Another reason to take the car, because you defenitely can't sleep on the bike! The next morning we woke up at 6:20am. We picked up our friend Candice and Carlo, who is a shop assistant at Hein Gericke. Too bad Gerd, the managing director, couldn't go, but he had some family affairs to take care of. I'm sure if he joined we all would have had a lot of fun, 'cause Gerd is very easy going. The day before (Saturday) I signed up for a little beginner's driving class. Jason was all excited about it. He didn't expect me to be really interested in motorcycles. Keith and Greg wanted to see me embarrass myself on Saturday, but there were no more places left for the class. But guys I tell you what: I think I managed it not too bad, at least I was the only one out there who started driving after something like 10minutes and Frank's (my tutor) words were something like "I think you got it, the driving school won't be able to make too much money on you!"
...and no, it's not a kid's bike.

I tell you it wasn't!!!

There are more pics and even a video, but it's not that exciting, even though Jason shows it around as if it was something special. He's such a cutie :)
One really cool thing is that Alex and Edgar (a friend of mine from school and her boyfriend) also joind us to Intermot. Edgar doesn't have his bike for a very long time now and I"m not really sure if Alex is interested in bikes, but still they went and it seemed as if they had fun being there.

I absolutely loved when Edgar said: "OK, I want to see 'Ural'. Where is the Russian stand? Olgaaa! Where are the Russians? THE RUSSIANS!!!" Me: "I'm not sure whether it was hall 6 or 9, I really don't!" Edgar: "OK then, let's have something to eat."
Another funny part was when he discovered the BMW bikes. With shaking hands he gave Alex his jacket and said something: "Hold on to this, this is an B...M...W!!!!" and his eyes were defenitely bigger than his whole head... He sat down on the bike, stood up and sat down on another one. Alex actually hasn't seen him changing bikes and after Edgar changed there was another dude with his girlfriend checking out the bike. Alex' face changed as she looked at some chick sitting down behind her "boyfriend" and she went like: "What the... oh, never mind."
Rock'n'Roll, baby!

Except for paying almost 12 Euros for a freaking salad the fair was amazing and we defenitely going to go in 2008. Carlo has brought lots and lots of posters and catalogues for the store and even had time to look at the bodypainted girls. I still can't believe we missed them. ON BOTH DAYS!!!! The pictures Greg took of the girls were absolutely smashing, so please, forward them to me, K?
Big "Hell Yeah!" for Hein Gericke, who's stand offered free beer and even not the cheapest one *g*
I wish Carlo told me about the Suzuki stand, which offered you a whole steak with potatoes and salad PLUS coctail, before I bought my 12 Euros salad.
Really cool that Joel made it to the fair as well.
And last but not least: I got my very first airbrush t-shirt, which says "My First Ride" and I got it on my very first motorcycle fair and best thing of all: it has Nina on it.

PIIIIIICS!!!
There is no motorcycle fair without little eye catchers...

...even better like that...

Also no fairs without BIG eyecatchers like those here:

He was just about to land and still didn't have the bike straight!!!

No hands, no feet:

Of course there was the "Cage Of Death". It's empty on this pic and I'm standing in front of it praying to my sandwich...

Da Man...

...and his Lady...

Real bikers don't use plastic bags? Think again!!! Greg:

There are many ways to use a bike. This is how it CAN be used...

...and this is how it HAS TO be used:

Did you kind of try to look like thos models on the poster? You need to work on you HAIR :-P ...Waiting for Greg and Keith...

Last but not least....
Something to laugh at:
http://download.yousendit.com/B91C96440C9D1710
And something to marvel at:
http://download.yousendit.com/3C96743431C7EF40 Current Location: home, sweet home Current Mood: satisfied Current Music: Pussycat Dolls (as usual)
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September 27th, 2006
08:41 pm - Associations What happens if Olga goes in a store to buy groceries in the evening and suddenly sees a couple limes on the shelf?
... exactly: one Cuba Libre and one Caipirinha :) For the very first time in my life I mixed them absolutely right and now we sit in front of the big screen and enjoy our coctails. Current Mood: amused Current Music: Something on the Radio.
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August 3rd, 2006
08:43 pm


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July 1st, 2006
10:23 am
I JUST BECAME AUNTIE!!!!!
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June 11th, 2006
04:31 pm - FREEEEE!!!! FUCK SCHOOL!!!! FUCK HOMEWORK!!!! FUCK EVERYTHING.... IT'S NO LONGER A TOPIC FOR ME!!!!!!
My life wasn't ever better, I swear.
This is pretty much the way my life looks like right now:
- waking up whenever I want to - having a nice, long breakfast on the balcony in the sun - shopping - helping Jason to make his (our) new appartment look nicer, which is soooo much fun!!! - gym (and I have A LOT to make up for and really MUCH TIME for it now, I still can't believe it!!!) - working - sushi up to 5 times a week (oh yeah, baby!) - time for singing - time for going out (which I do a lot now) - time for dancing - time for starting writing again - time for drafting and designing (I love IKEA *lol*) - time for playing piano again - time for playing guitar again - time for karaoke in the Irish Pub - time for checking my best friend's summer house in France and Vahlbruch - last but not least..... TIME FOR MAKING MY DRIVER'S LICENSE!!!!
AND MUCH , MUCH MORE!!!!
Another very cool message shortly reached me: Maybe I won't have to go to Fulda for studying dietetics (Ökotrophologie). There's something like that in Mainz and Frankfurt, which is right around the corner.
O absolutely can't wait until Jason has his new Kawasaki, which means we're gonna go for looooong, looooong trips and hang out with cool people. Oh my God, life can be so incredibly cool!!!! I could kiss the whole world! Current Mood: happy Current Music: Nickelbck - Next contestant
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June 7th, 2006
03:38 pm - Marriages are soooo cool!!! Some months ago my boyfriend received an invitation, which looked very beautiful. It said that he and a guest were invitet to a marriage in a castle (Heidelberg) on Sunday, 06/04/2006. One of the pilots and Jasons buddy got engaged. All excited about that little Olga started planning the outfits and we really went through EVERYTHING:
--> normal clothes, go over on motorcycle, change at Marc's (my boyfriend's boss) house. --> evening clothes, go by car --> evening dress, go by car, drink, stay at Marc's house and drive back the following morning --> evening dress, go by train... no, that idea didn't even appear... --> evening dress and motorcycle ...we decided to go by car, change at Marc's house and.... holly smokes, all hair dressers are closed on Sundays!!!! --> PANIC. Thank God I have a mommy who knows all kinds of people and so she gave me a woman's number, who's a pro hair dresser and since she's a friend of my mom's she styled my hair even on a Sunday.
Saturday, one day before the wedding.... Jason has no suit. I actually didn't expect anything else, but still, it made me go mad. We went to P&C, have found a wonderful suit, not even too expensive and.... P&C doesn't accept VISA. Of Course I didn't have my card with me and so Jason started hating P&C. We went on base and there was this incredibly cute shop assistant with this HUGE British accent. So while J. kept searching for a suit, a tie and a shirt I talked about half an hour to her and we decided to go shopping some time, check out the new gym in town and she wanted to visit me at the Sushi-Bar. 4pm on the self same Saturday. I had to work 50minutes later and in this moment we realized that it might get cold and I didn't have a jacket which would fit the dress. Weeeeeeeell.... I'm always thankful for nice connections and thinking about connections, the very first place we went to was "Benetton". Thank God we did, 'cause after something like 7minutes we have found the absolute right thing and all my problems were solved.
...all my problems??? Now I remembered that the hair dresser told me to bring some stuff with me which I didn't have. ---> PANIC!!!! I want to thank my little flower named Candice for running around in town and searching all that crap for me. You saved my ass, sweetheart, I love you!
SUNDAY!!! After getting my hair styled, which is incredibly hard, since my hair is absolutely not made fo that - it's thin and brashly and that woman did an awesome job! We left around 3pm, as Jason noticed he had no black socks. At this moment he decided to call his boss... "Hey!" "Hey ya! You already left?" "Yessss.... listen, do you have socks?" "Black ones?" "Yes" "Why?" "Well, I forgot mine." "Hero! I'm thinking about hitting the base and getting a suit!" "Well if you do, hurry up and buy me a pair of socks." "Oh wait, i got some..... with grey stripes. One for me, one for you!" Me: "One sock for him one for you???" Marc: "Errr... we like sharing!" Alright, next problem solved. After getting the wrong exit or passing the right exit we arrived at Marc's place pretty much on time. His little daughter, Julia, met us at the front door. Gosh, that girl is an ANGEL! She's sooooo sweet! I think she liked me, 'cause she didn't want to let me go. After having a little tour through Marc's HUGE house we decided to change, as Jason noticed: "Oh, I haven't got my belt!" With a strange feeling in my stomach I checked whether he had his pants. Well, you gotta know that Marc is a "little" bigger than my boyfriend, so I didn't know whether we'd find a belt. But at least they found one.... from of Marc's kid....
After giving some advice to Marc what to wear and what to leave, we were ready to hit the spotlight...
(oops, I think I resized a bit too much...)
...thank God we were, because we already expected to walk in behind the bride. Actually the trip to the castle was incredibly funny, because Marc and Jason drive the self same car, even the same color - a dark blue BMW 520. Yeah, an oldie. I love 'em! Both in suits, both with sunglasses. We drove up as much as possible and actually didn't ecpect the cars to still be there when we returned, but they were. The search for the chapel started. "We're late!!! We're late!!!" "Cool down, there's Diane, she's still taking pictures." "Alright then... BUT WHERE IS THE CHAPEL???" Hard to believe, but true - we walked in by time. About 1minute later the doors were closed... After the both bride's witnesses there was this absolutely adoreable little kid with the flowers.

Here she ran out of flowers and didn't know what to do. Helpless she looked around. Some women gave her a sign to keep going, but she showed them her problem in demonstrating her little basket as if to say "Don't you get it, woman? I DON'T HAVE ANY FLOWERS LEFT!!!" Then the bride walked in. Wow, whe looked just amazing!
The ceremony was very interesting. Well, it was to me, since I haven't seen something like that before. It lasted about an hour and I really liked the priest. Sweet little man, very friendly. An hour later Greg and Diane walked out as husband and wife...
Well... and since I have no time to write any more (have to study for my exams), I'll just show you some pics and hope you like them.
P.S.: - had a wonderful time - danced with the groom - cake was very good (yes, Greg, you were right!) - liked the atmosphere .... THANKS!!!! :)
right after the ceremony:
Oh btw!!! Absolutely loved the little cards...

Right about to leave... Thanks for taking the pics, Marc!!!

Current Mood: optimistic Current Music: Kelly Klarkson - Since U Been Gone
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May 14th, 2006
03:25 am Hallo Tas.
Ich hoffe, du hast einen angenehmen Samstag hinter dir, denn meiner war wohl eines der beschissensten Tage meines Lebens und genauso wie meine Mathe Abiklausur, möchte ich diesen Tag am liebsten aus meinem Gedächtnis streichen und absolut vergessen, aber leider geht das nicht. Nachdem ich heute alle möglichen launen durchlebt hatte und mich mit so ziemlich allen Leuten währenddessen gestritten habe, mit denen ich mich grad streiten konnte, neigt sich dieser absolut abgefuckte Tag endlich dem Ende zu und nach dem lahmen Versuch, mich durch zwei Adam Sandler Filmen, einer Fahrt mit dem V10 Truck, neuen Schuhen und lauter anderes Zeug aufzumuntern, sehe ich grade das nicht abgerissene Konzertticket vor mir auf dem PC-Tisch liegen und möchte am liebsten Tschernobyl spielen.
Ich habe mir gedacht, dass ich eventuell versuchen sollte zu verstehen, was denn eigentlich los ist und wenn du so gnädig bist, bis zum Ende dieser Mail zu lesen, dann kannst du mir eventuell gnädigerweise einige Fragen beantworten.
Als allererstes verstehe ich nicht, was du an den Worten "Ich habe deine gottverdammte SMS nicht bekommen!!!" nicht verstehst. Dann dachte ich mir: "Wenn er mir wirklich eine solche SMS geschickt haben sollte und keine Antwort erhalten hat, wieso zum Teufel meldet er sich nicht, obwohl das ein relativ wichtiger Event war!?" Ich habe versucht dich anzurufen, aber du warst nicht daheim. Ich dachte: "OK, er ist in der Uni." Als du nachts auch nicht da warst, dachte ich mir "Er ist bei Jakobi." Aber da ich zu Herrn Jakobi jeglichen Kontakt abgebrochen habe, wollte ich mich nicht melden, während du da bist. Später erhielt ich die SMS mit der Benachrichtigung, du seist in Frankreich. Auch hier dachte ich "OK, dann will ich weder mein noch sein Geld verschwenden, er wird sich schon melden, sobald er wieder da ist, immerhin gehen wir am Samstag zu dem Konzert!" Und endlich, an einem Donnerstagabend, oder besser gesagt an einem Freitagmorgen vor dem Konzert am Samstag, teilst du mir mit, dass du nicht gehst. Und wie du mir das mitteilst! Als wärst du ein feiges, beschissenes Huhn, das sich nicht traut! Absolut patzig warst du und ein selbstsüchtiges Arschloch obendrein, aber das bist du schon immer gewesen!
Ich frage mich ernsthaft, ob es das wert ist, in verrauchten Bars zu arbeiten, sich das Gesabbel von besoffenen Hurensöhnen anzuhören für 6,50€ die Stunde, um dann einfach mal so mir nichts, dir nichts 100 Piepen zum Fenster hinauszuwerfen, weil der Herr plötzlich etwas Besseres zu tun hat. Ich habe alle möglichen termine abgesagt und verschoben, nur um auf dieses Konzert zu gehen, auf welches ich mich seit einem gottverdammten Dreivierteljahr freue. Dann bist du da und fasselst mir irgendwas von wegen "Holland Show ist ja nicht so wichtig, Hauptsache wir gehen zusammen auf das Konzert!" und dann machst du so einen Scheiß!!! Du bist echt das Allerletzte, weißt du das? Ich hatte ein schlechtes Gefühl, ich wollte meine Karte verkaufen oder zumindest auf Koblenz umtauschen, aber ich dachte mir "Das kannst du nicht machen, das wäre absolut schweinisch!" und dann kommst du und verpasst mir einen Stich in den Rücken! Ich weiß nicht, ob du deine Karte bereits verkauft hast und so Geld damit gemcaht hast oder ob du dir mir der Karte deinen fetten Arsch abgewischt hast, das interessiert mich nicht, aber wenn du sie noch hast, dann hätte verdammt nochmal jemand anderes mit mir dahin gehen können und mir einen absolut geilen Tag bescheren, als Krönung, weil ich mit dieser verfickten Schule sogut wie durch bin. Aus dem absolut geilen Tag wurde der absolute Horror und würdest du jetzt hier stehen, würde ich dir am liebsten in die Fresse spucken dafür, dass ich mich wegen dir mit meinem Freund gestritten hab, dafür, dass ich wegen dir eine meiner besten Freundinen angebrüllt habe, dafür, dass ich mich mit meinem Vater gestritten hab, was ja für dich noch nie so wichtig war, so 'ne Beziehung zur Familie, dafür, dass du mich verdammt nochmal zum Weinen gebracht hast und du weißt, wieviel es braucht, mich zum Weinen zu bringen. In der ganzen Zeit, die wir uns kennen, hast du mich 2 Mal weinen sehen. Das erste Mal, weil ich angst um mein Abitur hatte und das zweite Mal, weil ich Angst hatte, dass unsere Freundschaft auseinender gehen könnte. Ich denke, das zweite Mal war es das nicht wert.
Ich wünsche dir ein schönes Leben und den Leuten, die mit dir zu tun haben nicht so große Enttäuschungen und schmerzhafte Momente. Es ist schade, dass solche Sache wie diese die schönen Augenblicke, von denen es reichlich gab, überwiegen. Ich werde sie wirklich vermissen.
Olga
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May 8th, 2006
03:13 pm - One less question... In former times, whenever someone asked me how I prefer to die, my answer was "I actually prefer to live" or "I don't know".
Now I have changed my mind.
Let me introduce you to my personal "favorite killing machine" ...


| Motor |
Flüssigkeitsgekühlter 4-Zylinder-Viertakt-Reihenmotor |
| Hubraum |
998 cm3 |
| Bohrung x Hub |
76,0 x 55,0 mm |
| Verdichtung |
12.7:1 |
| Ventilsteuerung |
16 Ventile, DOHC |
| Leistung |
128,4 kW {175PS} bei 11.700 1/min |
| Leistung mit Ram Air |
135,3 kW {184 PS} bei 11.700 1/min |
| Drehmoment |
115 Nm {11.7 kgf·m} bei 9,500 1/min |
| Gemischaufbereitung |
Elektronische Kraftstoffeinspritzung |
| Zündung |
Digital |
| Starter |
Elektrisch |
| Getriebe |
6-Gang-Getriebe |
| Fahrgestell |
Aluminium-Doppelschleifen-Rückgratrahmen |
| Lenkkopf/Nachlauf |
24° / 102 mm |
| Federung, vorn |
43 mm Upside-down-Gabel mit einstellbarer Federvorspannung, 16-fach in Zug- / Druckstufe einstellbar und Top Out Spring |
| Federung, hinten |
Bottom-Link Uni-Trak mit Gasdruckstoßdämpfer, einstellbarer Federvorspannung, stufenloser Zug-/Druckstufeneinstellung und Top Out Spring |
| Federweg, vorn |
120 mm |
| Federweg, hinten |
125 mm |
| Reifen, vorn |
120/70ZR17M/C |
| Reifen vorn/hinten |
190/50ZR17M/C |
| Bremse vorn |
Zwei halbschwimmend gelagerte "Wave Discs" mit radial montierten 4-Kolben-Bremszangen mit jeweils getrennten Bremsbelägen. |
| Bremse hinten |
220 mm "Wave Disc" mit Einkolbenbremssattel |
| Abmaße (L x B x H) |
2.045 mm x 705 mm x 1.115 mm |
| Radstand |
1.385 mm |
| Sitzhöhe |
825 mm |
| Tanki nhalt |
17 litres |
| Trockengewicht |
170 kg |
| Farben |
Lime Grün, Schwarz, Blau |
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