floR
Ok, so who the fukc is this 'floR' guy anyway? Parts of who I am are displayed on this collection of pages. The other parts can only be learned by observing me in every-day life, like with all people.
So what will you find under the floR section?
- flor.nl - about the site, how many people actually read this and how much money I have made until now
- immortality - I need your help to prove my theory on your (im)mortality
- resume - my educational and 'professional' history and background
- logica - floR's sense of logic, applied to the dutch language (in dutch of course)
- private pictures - not that private, but not public like in the travel section
- weekend - a regular weekend at floR's home, including the almost very famous 'how-to-roll-a-dutch-joint' tutorial
- cars - a showroom of Remco's Golf GTI and my Nissan 100nx
- house - my house and all its rooms (except the bathroom)
- casemod - a pictorial on how we (floR and Remco) changed our pc cases
- Max - our kitten/cat
Still with me? Care to know what I do to survive? Alright then.
There's a lot of trivial information to tell, I guess, but for now, just start reading my travel section. And don't just look at the photos because I put a lot of time in the stories as well.
This
is my first car, a Volkswagen Golf 1.8i. It has a anti-social Remus double
exhaustion pipe. The former owner put it there, as well as the second
set of headlights and the grill in the same colour as the car. The numberplate
in the picture is not real of course, and the rims are not mine, they're
from Elmar's Lexus, I just have pathetic
hub caps. I only have my license since March 1998, so I was kinda late,
as I was already 26 then. The sound of the exhaustion pipes forces me
to always drive one and a half times the maximum speed, so it's a miracle
that I have only gotten one ticket for speeding yet. The max speed I have
gone with this car was 190 km/h (in 4th gear) in Germany. Unfortunately
I paid almost the price of the entire car for repair works and I don't
know how long the thing will live, as it is from 1988 and I push it a
bit too hard at times, accelerating to 80 or 90 before putting it into
3rd gear.
At one time I almost had an accident, but faith (hahahah) prevented me from dying. After having some ignorant helpdesk dude piss me off, I gave a co-worker a lift to the station and the road was a bit too wet for me to take that curve doing 70. I felt the car sliding when I wanted to go straight again and since I didn't know then that I would probably had gotten it straight again if I had just continued accelerating, the car got into a spin. While it was making an award-winning pirouette, I mumbled 'shit' and decided that this wasn't good. Pulling the hand-brake had little to no effect and it spun around 450 degrees before coming to a stop right between two trees. There was less than a meter of space at either side between the car and the trees, but my passenger did not share my pride as she promised herself never to get into my car again.
My next car will be either a blue metallic Audi TT or blue metallic a silver Porsche 911 or Subaru Impreza GT Turbo. When I'm rich. Hopefully...
Hmm... well... actually, ehrmm. I trashed my Golf and immediately bought a new second-hand car. This one is a Nissan 100NX. Here are the pics and here are the specs. It's newer and faster than the Golf, it pulls from 0 to 100 km/h in under 10 seconds. It has alloy wheels and a Remus sports exhaust. So, although it can't go much faster than 180 km/h (tested to be true), it's more of a sports car than I ever had!
This is a picture of a similar car. Same type, same color but I had to borrow the OZ allow wheels from another image.
Here are my photos, chronologically ordered from 1977 or something to the day that I put my head on the scanner.
So when you see me in real life and recognize me from these pictures, you can wave and say something like "Hi floR", or "You have gotten fatter over the years" or "Cool website, dude". Or you could just walk past me and say nothing. Because chances are that I don't recognize you and if I don't know you, why would you speak to me?
That's what I hate about people who think they should talk to celebrities. Most celebrities might say they enjoy the attention, but I would get insane from people always following me around, talking to me and bragging to their friends that I once talked back. Just because I was in a movie, which is my job anyway. Does your esteem increase if you have been in contact with a celebrity? Why would one think more of you if you have spoken with someone you admire?
Everyone is always saying that in order for people to love you, you should be yourself. And yet, actors act and they are being loved more than anyone else. I'm being myself every day but only a few people like me and fewer even might say they love me. I'm convinced that will change when I'm rich and famous. Does floR have a great personality? Who cares, he's rich!