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Look at this as a long rant, a few pages from a book which you have been reading. That book is called reality and it gets to you around you in full three-dimensional projection. It gives you senses to smell, look and hear; but there is more inside of you and that’s happiness and sadness, to be freightened and attracted to which lives around us. It’s because reality is so hard to change, because it happens day after day with cause and effect, where we have so little to say in. It’s time in it’s purest form.

To explain what reality really is, we don’t have to go Kansas to see Dorothy, Reality is like a bubble, which is around you, which spreads as your bubble gets bigger. The better your ideas are, the more people that will want to be part of that bubble. The worse those ideas are, the further you want to be away from that person so you don’t get affected by the wantings and doings of that particular person.

Some people want to control our bubble, or .. well, to be atleast part of it. We call it society as it is. What we saw as impossible about 12 years ago on American reality series, is all happening at our doorsteps. Both police and criminality is adapting to the standards of today, but also how people get approached. Criminality shouldn’t be taken lightly, although there are more frequent cases than ever of errors and recklessness around Europe taking down innocent lives.

Look at the news, the ever ongoing war, traffic problems all over, the drugs wars started in the US and ongoing with atleast seven busts a day in Britain, never ending taxes, smog; people being afraid of insults, getting shot, raids and assaults by police, also happening in Belgium! Our policemen are there to help society. The civilian for the civilian with the power to work in function; not to use or abuse that particular function, like some might think with their position. Lady justice holds her balance in the middle with the blindfold on; leave her deciding which is right and wrong, not those who operate in function to aid a good working society in peace; without too much military power to oppress it’s citizens.

It is not true, that which I wish for, that reality is not true at all! Every day recklessness is demanding lives of innocents every day. Zero tolerance is which gets top priority and the principles of a true gentlemen are no more. This brings a rather bitter and bad taste in your mouth, isn’t it? Reading the true reality around you, which is happening around you while you are sitting in your warm bubble. Probably not everything will not be in that collection of oddities around your taste and likes; but the true feeling of what most around us really crave for will not be in our living quarters for a long time…

So, where did we fast-forward to a society where everyone thinks about themself, where bankers have taken over the world and countries are getting technologically locked down more secure than Fort Knox with their citizens put captive in the net of “intelligence” where others have more rights above your privacy? Oh, or didn’t I mention already, that privacy is no more for a long time? It’s like the terrorists have won and our own people who got the power to change, have taken over to keep all the others in terror…

And the world keeps going on, we keep swallowing which we are given to eat and breath and keep accepting what goes on around us. We all call it the “normal way of living”, where we deal what gets on the menu by daily base. But, for how long exactly till things get really out of hand, where everyones comfort is at risk? Or atleast; which we used to call comfort in the old days as gentlemen, where one of the primary rules was to stay friendly to everyone at all times and discuss and relativate problems, instead of sponsoring the nearest hospital.

That reality … should not be true for any country around the world.

If you don’t like it, you can always try to bend reality to your own way by reading quantum space…

So, a lot of people still own an explanation of me what’s going here. The site has changed; the front has changed and all the photo’s are gone?

Don’t worry. I’ve had to switch servers, which means everything is still under construction as we speak. I might be dissapointing some under us, but the three galleries (first gallery, Second Phaze and Trianguality), which were on-line for over 10 years, will be reduced to one gallery. This gallery will be having the best artistic photo’s available.

Ideas change over time, the mind grows older and yet the soul stays young. I’ll be creating more art around photography with and without myself in it, music and drawings as long as my mind stays connected to my hands. Expect the best of the past to be back soon and for sure be ready to embrace the future; since I’ve got a lot more waiting for you !

Be sure to check out the dynamic front page for your fast links, it has a new system in it which will give you the latest news around the site!

Always expect the unexpected!

ZKboi!

As you might have noticed, the site has been changed drastically. I’d rather call it a dirty port instead of a succesful migration of all my data; although, after working for over 11 years in ICT, I’d have to give up my personal server for the business cause. This has made a few nasty inconveniences for both you and me. Sorry for any missing data; although, relax, I still got most of it in backup. Most article URL’s are auto-pointing to the right articles and the blog is immediately reachable through blog.zkboi.com. The old statistics will be added very soon.

Moving the site was both a heaven and a burden. By moving from Coranto to Wordpress, I’ve made a huge step. The template has been ported as much as it could be ported and the extra sidebar functions will be added again as soon as they become available. The result: a much more clean site, cleanup of the articles and most of all, a more consistent whole of the entire ZKboi space.

The photo libraries will be filtered towards todays standards and all artistic material will be on-line again soon with new whistles and features. Since I’m on the move in real too, you’ll have to grant me a bit of patience to get this eyecandy back in order …

The site is hosted on ArtistBlog.ME space, where artists are free to promote their works through the web without the background of any technical information. ArtistBlog.ME allows me to focus on the content instead of worrying about program functionality, Internet connectivity, search optimimalisation and much more required to run a good blog.

I hope to serve you soon with a lot of new stuff!

Till then!

ZKboi

When GB started having cards to save points I’ve lost one card. Because the card was used together with my partner, I’ve ordered a new one as soon as Happy Days was introduced. I have never received any disclaimer until last week.

As any good citizen, I fill in the new form at GB for the transfer of the old cards to the new card. The new card was activated and the old cards were terminated. I’ve again received no rules and no mentioning about termination dates, till today at the phone.

These saved points were not transferred after 5 months which made me demand more information by phone. Both cards were lost in their administration, although I’ve had a copy with the barcode which saved my account. Finally they fixed the malignant balance with the one card I’ve had in copy. First time I’ve lost points with Happy Days but cheer up, it won’t happen again, will it?

Today, I’ve decided to transfer my old card and all tickets which I’ve saved under the spare GB card to the new Happy Days card; which I’ve registered just a week ago with a brand new package, including 2 cards, a paper form and a disclaimer; certainly something new afterall.

The lady at the phone responded both my 2 old cards were terminated. The +1400 points could not be recovered. Not only the card was terminated but 80% of my tickets were scrap because, if you don’t shop your account gets terminated after 6 months.

Conclusions of me?

1. You have to shop inbetween 6 months or you are terminated.
2. There goes my trip which took more than a year before!
3. The lady could see the identity was missing on the previous card but cannot see the balance?
4. I’ve put 2 weeks of labor to transfer my old GB cards to the new Happy Days card and my identity is missing?
5. Happy Days lost 1 of the 2 old GB cards!
6. The lady mentioned every GB ticket mentions the 6 months invalidation but none does!
7. I should be mentioned by the cashier about the expiration terms was the next answer…
8. I received no disclaimer till past week mentioning me expiration dates of cards.
9. I’ve lost over 4 years of saving because of rules which are created without the customer knowing?
10. Happy Days lost my points before, which of one card was retained using a copy!
11. I’ve been deliberately waiting because I wanted to get everything done in one step, to avoid too much administrative hassle (like before with GB to Happy Days!), this together with my partners card.
12. So practically, I saved all that time for nothing!

Because of database cleanups I have become virtually non-existant unless I use their stores inside their terms. Great!

Happy-Days, thanks for putting years faith in you
I’ll sure remember you .. RIP in my wallet!

It’s always the easy way,
talking words through the Internet highway,
golden words, golden thougths, “the golden promise”,
although I am not exactly named Saint Thomas…

It’s always the easiest way,
mostly it doesn’t make the 21th day,
everything is so great over that computer chat,
but in real everything could be not really all that…

People try to change you in a fast draft,
while not looking to their own backyard,
then deciding things don’t go along,
and yet we got to sing this song…

It’s always the easy way,
when you can’t be changed on the third day rush away,
words get silver scrap worth an Euro ninety nine,
as if things run like everyone wishes in such a short time..

Don’t change your habits that fast,
Always let your own values and principles last,
Don’t take the easiest way,
because at the end only you will pay…

Take words not like brass,
don’t go the underpass,
talk and think words as they are silver,
mean them like golden as if you are eachothers caregiver…

Mean your words golden with a smile,
and have some patience, knowing eachother makes a while,
short term plans cannot determine your entire life,
because that’s what defines the word “no it’s my wife!!”

Respect eachother, respect your elders,
because you got eachother wisdom, be eachothers welders,
use it as a gift, don’t reject,
but embrace eachother, learn, observe and respect!

Make your world a better place,
always keep looking at yourself in the face,
because you mostly make the same mistakes rise,
and mostly not one time but even twice as nice!

Don’t get your words sold to heaven,
because they will become hot air and blow at eleven,
stand on them, talk, relativise and think,
think life as it has just given you a wink…

Learn from your problems, experiences, words and deeds,
learn from your toughts, be sure to learn from your mistakes
but never go the easy way,
by giving up, throwing everything you have built away …

If you are friends, boy or girlfriends or married in a way,
talking works only work if they are meant in every way,
if they respect your friends decisions, mind and thougth,
then you know what you’ll earn after you fought!

Still, people take the easy way,
when you hear it coming, it’s the ultimate judgement day,
it’s the step back into the past,
while the future will loose it’s final blast…

The clock is ticking, the time is now,
don’t strive to eachother but take a bow,
don’t take the easy way because it will always stay,
it will always be that easiest way!

And still, my friend, if you take that easy path,
and you decide it was “just” all that,
I did fight for a way which was for both a good stay,
if you just give up like that, you go your own damn way!

© 2007 by ZKboi, GV.

“They’re made out of meat.”
“Meat?”
“Meat. They’re made out of meat.”
“Meat?”
“There’s no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They’re completely meat.”
“That’s impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?”
“They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don’t come from them. The signals come from machines.”
“So who made the machines? That’s who we want to contact.”
“They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.”
“That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.”
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they’re made out of meat.”
“Maybe they’re like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage.”
“Nope. They’re born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn’t take long. Do you have any idea what’s the life span of meat?”
“Spare me. Okay, maybe they’re only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside.”
“Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They’re meat all the way through.”
“No brain?”
“Oh, there’s a brain all right. It’s just that the brain is made out of meat! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“So … what does the thinking?”
“You’re not understanding, are you? You’re refusing to deal with what I’m telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat.”
“Thinking meat! You’re asking me to believe in thinking meat!”
“Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?”
“Omigod. You’re serious then. They’re made out of meat.”
“Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they’ve been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years.”
“Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?”
“First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual.”
“We’re supposed to talk to meat.”
“That’s the idea. That’s the message they’re sending out by radio. ‘Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.’ That sort of thing.”
“They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?”
“Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat.”
“I thought you just told me they used radio.”
“They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.”
“Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?”
“Officially or unofficially?”
“Both.”
“Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
“It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?”
“I agree one hundred percent. What’s there to say? ‘Hello, meat. How’s it going?’ But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?”
“Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can’t live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact.”
“So we just pretend there’s no one home in the Universe.”
“That’s it.”
“Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You’re sure they won’t remember?”
“They’ll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we’re just a dream to them.”
“A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat’s dream.”
“And we marked the entire sector unoccupied.”
“Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?”
“Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again.”
“They always come around.”
“And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone …”

— Terry Bison’s 1991 Nebula Award nominee short story,
“They’re Made out of Meat”

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Troy … it’s kindof a special name …
I have heard it before, as the horse of Troy,
but also as Troy in the movie(2) and also with the nice vocals of Sinead O’Connor(3) (only this Troy I know is sure NOT a lawyer!)

Troy, the guy I know, is somebody I will remember for my entire life … He changed me in a lot of things, he learned me to be extrovert instead of introvert.

We had many talks together, we had a lot of common music interests, we shared a lot of time … I can really call him “my best friend” and .. as he called me a brother .. I could also call him a brother to me…

I am so happy he was there every day, someone interesting, always something new to discover, some days I could say “Troy???” …

He gave me a chance to play at the bar I work at, Rubbzz, and soon other DJ’s followed… His choice .. was godless!

He is a legend, know by many people … and will live on for a long time, and, if I could decide, lifelong. Which is worth for knowing what friendship is.

Troy, I need to say,
I miss you guy,
The times you called me G ..
You always supported me…

I supported you,
Like you did too,
I was there,
We were both honest and fair…

You trusted me like a real friend,
and I will always be happy to defend,
the person you are, as vurnerable as a child,
only you really did it, you found your freedom in the wild!

Troy, I got to give you,
You’re a wonderfull person, I kindof love you,
you are unique .. One of a kind (1)
and will never be off my mind!

You where always correct,
sometimes you yelled, always mostly it had a nice effect,
you where that soul around us,
the friend of (R)’s!

I can always say, you deserve to be known,
I hope to see you soon,
We have seen lots of weird anomalities,
At least, lol, it was all a kind of a life tease

Troy, rest in peace my man, have your own time,
you deserve it for sure, after those many years of fame

(1) = Dee-lite, Unique
(2) = http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332452/ (imdb: Troy)
(3) = Sinead O’conner, the text does not really compare to Troy but if you want to have a nice comparisation, try “Nothing compares to you”, also by Sinead O’connor …

(4) = If I need to describe Troy, I would really say he is unique … Kindof a stubborn boy with a heart that is really on its place … Even if I might shock him with that line, he is a boy who deserves friend(s) and deserves his life to the fullest. He is a manager as I never have seen, he has supported lots of people I know, he has supported me. I have been knowing him for 5 and a half year, and almost 3 years we had a nice friendship and similar interests in music and movies. I really really needed to put this on my site, since, that boy, Troy, is being part of my life. And I wish him a very good journey… and whatever he decides to stay or to come back, he will always be welcome around here. I promise that!.

If you come back, you will have a huge welcome party with everyone, if you stay, I wish you a very happy life “live long and prosper”! (lol! you know we are the only ones who can do that Vulcan thing !! lol!!)…

Gunther.

Definition of a friend?

All I want is someone to trust,
putting your worries to dust,
Words are free, nothing to withold,
whenever they could be warm or cold…

Someone being able to know,
someone who listens, ready to bow,
Where feelings are one,
someone that takes ready-to-bow equally as poke fun…

Someone to be proud to have,
that one thats ready to save,
Someone I know we will never leave,
just that one thing that makes life a relief!

That one that is there,
even when you are flying above the clouds,
above the world, above the sky, in the air,
The one I will give my word of ‘I will be there’!

It’s such a filling feeling,
the one that gets you off (or on) the ceiling,
That one that sometimes brings mess,
being to be able to confess …

Someone who you could trust your tiny life,
even if he is man or wife,
A word is worth a 1000 lines of feelings,
you’d better be less on those ceilings !

He accepts you whoever you are,
Whenever you like the sun, the moon or any star,
Defends you whatever you stand for,
The one you want to be in front of your door!

A word of honesty towards eachother,
someone which will sometimes bother,
slight compassian, twist of humor,
He’ll bother you back anyways, just don’t get a tumor!

A friend you could never leave,
That one that always gives you a relieve,
Hope seeing him back soon again,
That’s a true friend, that one that’s most humane!

Well, such friend,
There is always that fifty/fifty procent,
Whenever even when you need to get or need to pay,
You will always be gay, that number (1) !!!

Written by ZKboi,
Don’t treat friendship as a toy,
This text can be used everywhere and anywhere,
if U send to someone else!

http://www.zkboi.nu/truefriend

—
references:
1 GAY: bright and pleasant; promoting a feeling of cheer;
“a cheery hello”; “a gay sunny room”; “a sunny smile”…
(ref: Princeton Wordnet)

“Definition of a true friend?”
ref: ZKboi 21/03/04@03:00/15m_v1.0_txt
http://zkboi.nu/truefriend.

Saturday night, 14th may 2004, me, Pi (my soulmate) and Jo (a good friend who wanted a ride to central station) went to my car. At the other end of the street there are 2 heavy men with black uniforms walking towards us.

Jo wanted to close the door while I was already standing at the door of the drivers side. Suddenly the 2 guys jump to the door of Jo, pull it open and the guys start to bash Jo in my car by kicking in his face with combats.

Pi was sitting in the back all safe, Jo tried to protect himself and I did not know what was happening when I saw it happening through my window of the car. Jo and Pi heard them shouting “vuile flikker” (which means “filthy faggot”).

I was getting very scared they where going to kick Jo to death and tried to intervene. One of the guys went to me and started kicking with his fists on my face, nose and throat, kicking inbetween the groin, …

I ran away (else I was being severely beaten) and the 2 guys ran out of the street. A mate I see when I go out saw everything happening in front of his car; I asked him to follow these guys directly. 15 minutes we have been following both guys till they splitted. Another 7 minutes we have been following one of the guys around the Katoennatie in Antwerpen.

That man tried everything to shake us off, trying to run back, crawling behind a bus, waiting on the corner and running like hell, ….

While we where following I was waiting +7 minutes in hold on the policeline (which is a scandal to my opinion) to hear they do not have any policeman available to help us. I had to redial 4 times because there were still no agents available.

After 22 minutes we saw a policecar passing by (which was FREE and not even knowing what was going on!?!) and I jumped out (the still driving car) and started shouting and holding the police that they needed to arrest the guy we where following. That guy was arrested and currently already back on the streets.

When one of the guys was hitting me on the throat I pulled away and that guy hitted me on not even a centimeter next to my adamsappel. After the doctor examined me it seemed that he aimed on a deadly spot. (I’M ALIVE !!!!!!!!!!!). I didn’t even feel the kick in my groin (UGH?) and I also wonder if this wasn’t “a attempt of murder”. Considering how they where kicking with boots in Jo’s face and tried to kick me straight on my adamsappel.

I had a little cut in my throat causing me to bleed inside (which is going a little bit too far to my opinion). My car is broken on my brake, cellular phone, gearshift, outside.

They did it probably for fun, the kick, because we did not have any contact with these guys, we didn’t even know them.

I really wanted atleast 1 guy to be taken into custody, he’s Belgian and the 2nd one I don’t know anything about. The other guy had a black shirt with round logo on his back, short hair and is for as far as I know not been found. One is arrested at the Katoennatie.

Jo was quite beaten on his head, his hips where fully blue and there were 3 minor cuts on his head and a brain-shake. I had a blue eye, my throat was damaged, head, nose and inbetween my legs.

I think I hereby informed enough about the current condition of:

(1) how this society is these days and
(2) what the current condition of my health is.

I have difficulties living in such demotivating society where you NEED to learn how to beat to survive.

updates:

25 may 2004 – 29 may 2004
At night I was getting very sick. Vomiting blood, oversensitive (pain) for light and sounds and fevers of 39 degrees celcius. This probably because of infection in my throat.

30 may 2004
my fever has dropped to normal levels, 37-37.5 celcius, my head still hurts like hell and I am less sensitive to light and sounds. I am still caughing up blood.

well .. this update is one year later 2 september 2005 … The guys got free from everything, the lady justice has her blindfold on proving she is really blind!

ZKboi

Since a lot of people ask me what I do in life, my hobbies, work etc… I will try to make things more clear about myself in this article. I also try to let you know how I think, what my values are in life.

I am a very complex somebody, I have my own words, my own ways, my own tougths and my own way of acting. I do not consider myself part of any selective society. I am part of a lot of cultures on this world. I consider myself most to be skater because of my clothes and my hobbies. I do not consider myself to be 100% pure Belgian. Do I actually belong on this planet???

I like freedom, I like artistic behavior. Being artistic is a free expression of the mind. A lot of people are artistic in one or another way. I like to do it audio-visually mostly.

Honesty is the best way to go:
Lying, cheating, discrimination, racism, naivity, ignorance and superficiality are things I see (and feel) daily. I will never support these kinds of behavior; I’d rather die alone than living in a ignorant world.

This article has been changed. Certain topics have been taken out because there are people out there with malicious purpose. Since I cannot be completely open towards the world and protect my life at the same time I decided to censor my own article for a bit. I am sorry, if you want to know more about me you will need to ask me.

My hobbies
My hobbies are mostly being artistic …

• I draw…
  a lot of example drawings can be found at Project (A)(R)(T).
  I also like to do image manipulations and design.
• Philosophy is a nice way of living too;
  Since I am a thinker, I tweak myself on my own values in life, I think and learn about my mistakes and victories in live …
• I like to skate and swim.
• I like to sleep;
  my bed is holy (since I don’t sleep a lot).
• I like to watch movies;
  Some favorite movies are Donnie Darko, The Never Ending Story, Memento, Requim for a Dream, Pink Floyd: The Wall, Dark City, Indiana Jones, Dune, Pulp Fiction, …
• I make music, I collect music, I love music.
  I am quite strange though with which style I like. I am totally not commercial and I never listen to the radio because I do not like to be brainwashed with the newest tunes for about 5 times a day …
• I like artistic photography;
  have lots of (new) ideas and once I will be working on these ideas if I find a good photographer who can understand my tougths.

What do I like or dislike?
Tastes differ and probably this list is waaaaay far from done but it’s better to start somewhere instead of starting nowhere …

• I like milk, green tea, SPA blue (no other!).
  Sometimes I like to drink Fanta, glennlivet, glennfiddich, Stoley and Tequilla (since it doesn’t affect my mind too much).
• I dislike narrow minded people, demotivation, intolerance, discrimination, racism, hatred, …
• I like steak, turkey, bananas, chicken, spinash, oranges, salad, yoghurt, cherrys, cheese, mussels, herring, salmon, fries, cheeseburger, and this list goes on …
• I dislike sprouts, asperges, anything of internal organs, beans, beer (tastes like pee!), gin (tastes like vomit!), …
• I like to be organized but doesn’t work out always
• I dislike psychological games, fights, loud/noisy people, superficiality …

This list is way far from finished but as I told, anything is better to start with … Now you know what to get me as drink when you see me *evil grin*.

My work
Since I need to protect myself I cannot tell a lot about my primary job, I am self-employed and I got my hands full every day to support my company.

• I used to work in the Internet world (no further comments).
• I used to work as bartender and DJ @ Rubbzz for 10 years!
  It’s a very interesting job, sure because you meet and talk with people “in another perspective”…
• Currently I’m having my focus on audio-visual productions.

How do I look on the inside?
Messy for sure, I am sure I have a heart, a pair of lungs, blood vessles and do I really need to continue describing how I look like on the inside? To be more specific .. I look “tough” on the outside (which is my protective shell) and I am quite “soft” on the inside …

• I am shy in a lot of ways.
• I am very openminded.
• I am overprotective towards myself.
• I am very open in thougths.
  If anything is wrong I will sure tell.
• I am someone who lives on feelings and emotions.
  It’s a tough life ya know …
• I am stubborn.
• I am loyal.
• I am trustworthy.
• I am sometimes (too) messy.
• I need to be “free” in tougths, words and have my own way of living.
• I am sometimes depressed.
• I have ADHD.

Certain norms and values I have
This is a subject I have removed for now. Because it has too much information that can be used against me. There are unfortunately people with malicious intents on this world and I already have met one who has tried to use this information on a bad way.

If you want to know me you will have to talk to me or meet me in person.

To tell you in short what used to be in this topic:
No-one is perfect; I have respect for anybody/anything on this world; violence is the voice of the ignorant heart; I’ll never put anyone in danger; prejudice is bad; I like to observe; I will do anything to protect myself: my mind, my soul, my body and the one I love; I have positive and negative sides and if you are that much interested in those sides, you better get to meet/talk to me ASAP.

I hope this was an interesting and descent answer on the questions “Who am I, and what do I do in life?”… If you got any other questions or remarks you can always mail me and I will add them to this list.

Cu!
ZKboi

With a sad heart I am actually writing this article. The time has come to write something that has been on my stumach for way too long.

Antwerpen seems to be getting a ghost town at certain ways and seems to be alive at other ways …

I am living in the “cleaner” neightbourhoods of Antwerpen; the old center of Antwerpen. Almost 5 years ago I decided to live in Antwerpen both because it is “the city” (in Dutch “‘t stad”) and because it appeared to be a good city.

These days I am less proud of living in Antwerpen though. It happens to be I have over 20 parking tickets whereof there are over 15 to be wrong. I have a card that allows me to park for free at certain areas of the city and police seems to be blind because I am getting parking tickets a-volonte.

Dog shit is another reason that happens to be hate-factor number two. People do not watch where their dogs shit and leave it lying there in the middle of the street or right in front of your door instead of cleaning it up. Not only dog poop is loitering around in the streets but garbage, paper, shoes, furniture, everything you might not imagine is being strew around in the neightbourhoods.

Tourists are passing by my street daily showing the beautifull side of Antwerpen though the buildings may be in full beauty but the streets are a complete mess.

Parking signs get added and at the same day police puts a fine under the windshield wiper while Belgian law requires signs to be added 48 hours in front.

I am sad to write this article with so much negative critisism but it is wat I feel as good citizen of Antwerpen.

Is the city dieing ? What’s happening ? Is the city not able to keep their territory clean anymore ? Is the city getting unmanagable ?

The crime is also getting sky high. Every window of my car has been replaced at least once. The door of my company has been burglared at least 3 times. My neightbours upstairs got robbed while sleeping and burglars tried to break in while I was sleeping leaving my door everything but undamaged.

What happened to the city I liked that much ? What happened with the feeling that I liked to be “Antwerpenaar” ? To be proud of the city you live in …

I do not trust the police nor the city management anymore because of these bad issues. I have catched 2 14yr old criminals doing parking-automat thefth, called the police and they where not found.

A few hours later the alarm of the company goes off and I go look downstairs. Those 2 kids where trying to break in the company with a screwdriver. Anyway … The kids where arrested and released not even a few hours later.

I have been robbed 4 times whereof 2 times successfull. These days I do fight back, if somebody tries to hurt me I will hurt them back with a double rate.

Don’t go to the police though or they tell you need to stay in the country because of possession of forbidden weapons because I hit them back with a pair of handcuffs and the second time with material I had in my back of my car *AFTER* being hit with a 4 inch pipe on the back !! What the hell happened to self defence?

There is a big issue going on in Antwerpen and things will need to change because living in a ghost city is something nobody likes. Not even the proud citizens of Antwerpen … ‘t Stad.

I currently am citizen of a city where you cannot sleep quietly on 2 ears … I cannot walk through the streets while looking down without stepping in dogpoop or other stuff loitering around on the streets and the worst … I cannot make a walk without being bothered or being robbed in my own town. Not only this but I am getting robbed by that same city with parking fines that are not even grounded or not lawfully written.

Yet again, I am feeling very bad to write this negative critisism about the city I live in but as you probably might know .. it are feelings and feelings can be considered true.

I pay taxes to my city, country, … and the only thing I see in return is crime, death and decay … Sadly but true …

Do you want to leave a comment about this subject? down here!

This short piece is dedicated to my wondering and pondering about a trend called voting. A lot of profile databases on the net have voting, if you see to television you see people voted out of a game (eg Bigbrother)…

Did the society change that much everybody needs to have a number put on the head? Where is all that self-confidence by nature?

The television has changed also a lot … Whereof we heard complaining from the USA about violence and sensation we are seeing it here in Europe on the tube. Everything is more-commercial than ever and sensation is in baby! Today we have sensation like Cops-and-Robbers, Judge Judy, psychological games with people (somewhat like a ratrace in a maze) like Big Brother and all derivates, ….

It’s already a few years the world is changing … I can be optimistic or pessimistic as I want but it seems to be a few years now that crime is getting high-rates, war, nukes, alcohol, sex(lines and their stupid commercials), drug, sensation and psychological f*cking is the topic-du-jour.

Think what you want .. and if you want to write your toughts down you can do it down here!

A lot of people ask me what the origin is of my name ZKboi.

This is a rather long story. My name comes from Freaker. This nick I am using already since my 12th birthday. This because I was a freak on PC’s and music. I am also kindof different than other people.

Freak’r, Da wildchild
My name Freaker is still being used but more in a professional way. The name DJ Freaker – wildchild (site) was a name I got from my grandmother because I used to be “wild” in my childhood.

Fr17 … Fr20kat
At the same time I got the name “FrXX” and “FrXXkat” where the XX was my age. It started at Fr14 and ended at Fr20kat.

SKittyKat
In the meantime I had my name “SKittyKat” in use as well. This because the Fr* story was too obvious with my age and I liked that name better.

ZKittyKat .. ZKittyBoi
I changed that name to ZKittyKat and ZKittyBoi at my 17th because people thougth I was female (because the “skitty” and the “kat” in the name). I used the Boi part because I am young (in heart and actions!).

In overall, to explain a few parts of my name …

I used “kat” because:

• I am a leo (15 aug)
• like to drink (a lot of) milk
• like nighttime a lot more than daytime
• the moon is my ally
• I like cats (especially this one)
• I can be sweet though can groooaaaar as well! (literally)
• I won’t bite though am not scared to use my nails when needed! (not literally)
• I’m a skater – so “zkitty” and “zkater” …

ZKBoi
Next to that I am using ZKboi because I like to change my “larger” name sometimes. I use ZKittyBoi and ZKaterBoi sometimes, just to “define” my mood.

Originally I was using ZKBoi though because I have been breaking a trademark I needed to change to ZKboi. So, now you know why my name ZKboi is being used.

A long time I submitted something … I must be in deep hibernation-winter sleep or something … but wait …

ZKBoi bounces a few times on the keyboard, runs around, drops the portable computer three times, whistles like a bird, spins in a circle, barks like a dog, jumps up two times and **BAANGGGGGG* I’m AWAKE !!!

One of the next articles is going to be a article how I feel in the current “society” and what I think about the “protective measures” of the civilian these days. If you got robbed at least three times / year then you’ll understand what I mean!

In short, I am still alive and kicking, expect some new fresh and unscented articles soon!

I am by the way still searching for a new car, photographer and 1.000.000US$ in unmarked bills )