It was around half to eleven PM. The dark was just approaching and I was about crossing the street when all of the sudden a car stopped right in front of me. A blonde girl on the driver seat smiled from the car window. While she’s rolling down her car window, she shouted:
“Meneer! Blah blah blah blah blah ?”
“What?? Sorry but I don’t speak Dutch!”
“I said, do you know where’s the nearest coffeshop*?”
“Oh, I’m not very sure, but you can try the centrum. Just drive straight and turn left”
“Thanks!”
For those who need a little bit enlightenment, coffeeshop in Netherlands means a place where we can smoke the cannabis for personal consumption. After she drove her car off, I smiled and wondering how people were still desperately craving for a painkiller even in the middle of the night. Ironically, 6 weeks ago in the hospital in Amsterdam I refused to use a painkiller although the nurse said that I’m entitled to have one. Stupid me. I was too afraid I would get addicted to it. As the result, two hours later I cried and begged them to give me one when they were starting to put the plaster onto my injured leg.
Anyway, back to that girl. Why would she think I know such a place? I think that means it’s time to cut my hair ..
Filed under: Life
Ever since social networking applications had influenced our lives, I started to question people including myself. Have we become more extroverts? Or people are just basically extroverts. The only difference between us and people 100 years ago is that in this Internet era, we have the tools to express our extrovert-ness.








