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WhatsApp Pages - The Girl That Left!

Perfect beginning... Where do I start? About a two months ago I joined a happy WhatsApp group. I shall not mention the name. However, its characteristics were your typical girly, warm, fun filled happy women giving tonnes of advice about every day topics and things up and about the city. Left... Today, a frequent happy member of theirs displayed a workshop class that she hoped to get clients for within The Hague, The Netherlands. This was not to their 'liking' or should I say, the admins list of 'prefered' items. Poor lady got told off. The admin of the group politely (not told as politely...) told her that, "This is a chat group. We do not encourage marketing oneself. Supposing all of us were to do the same, there will be no room for chating?" Picture : Long road away | copyright - Trony Ingati The groups... As much as I am still part of these women in this diverse chat groups of WhatsApp origins, I could not help but to wonder just how sometimes ...
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No One...

No one will make you happy, Only you can make 'you' happy What is it that you want poor soul? Where do yo want to go? What gives you happiness? You alone know You alone can pen it down You alone can wish in the reality you wish to see You alone have power to re-focus your tomorrow So do that thing that sparks joy Find it at all costs Do it now... Do it well...Do it forever Create your happy every day dear soul

The 'NL' Driver

It is not that difficult to drive in the Netherlands. What is indeed difficult is learning to pull through strong like a maniac without running into pedestrians and bicycle users. That on its own is a skill. Whoever you hope will teach you this crucial, vital silk, I leave it for you to investigate. However, switching your road license from whichever country you come from will be a joy. To comfort you with the pain stacking process, the Dutch are very organized drivers and you will enjoy your driving experience.

Don't forget your coat...

Kijkduin-North Sea sun set | courtesy: Trony Ingati Who do you think you are coming to this country not prepared in the coat department? No matter how the weather is like, please get yourself a coat. This coat that you get should be able to shake, dance, fly with the wind. It does not matter what the season is, I bet you five there will be wind from somewhere. -Love Ms. Paragraph *Ps: Life is too short to tell me long stories. Please say it in a paragraph.

Tickled by Time...

The humans of the Netherlands have no time. Do adhere to come on time always. Wherever you have to find yourself designate about two hours to get there. Anything may go wrong, the tram might stop, a storm might begin, plan ahead of time. When making office appointments arrive on time. You would rather be five minutes late and alert your boss or the individual you intend to meet then be five minutes early. Get the difference though, people and the transport system work differently, catch the train, bus or whatever you may hop on in good time. In case you are early to most office appointments you will be left entertaining yourself not to magazines or music but to no one. No one will ask, 'how are you may I help you' until the time you/they suggested to meet. Trust me they are not being rude, these lovely humans of the Netherlands, are practicing the art of time keeping. That goes for showing up at peoples homes for dinner. If the dinner begins at 6.30pm arr...

Organized People...

Staying in the Netherlands will get you on to some fine habits. Lesson number one is being organized. Everything  and everyone walks in a straight line. The birds, trams, trains, people, bicycles, municipal council, shops, houses, you get it, the list goes on. So when you come here please mind your own business and walk in a straight line. Don't  forget to get your daily does of an essential paragraph that will save your day. Yours truly, Paragraph Lady- Trony

Any Topic Goes...

Yesterday I get into the tram and sat towards the front next to the driver. Its  always  my favorite place to sit. It allows  you some peace and an ounce of quiet. In  that very isle were a cute bunch of children from an international school in the Hague. Which one, I don't know. They  described  themselves in all manners. One was a parent, the other in a relationship, another a know it all. It was such a sight. These young fellows were in between ages ten and thirteen but the topic of discussion was 'relationship goals'. So openly, in the midst or rather elderly Dutch folk they described what they thought of sex, whether they had lost their virginity and how they share their boyfriends clothes and how to dispose them once the relationship ended. Alas! all in a tram. For a second I wondered to myself who are the parents of  these adults trapped in children's bodies or perhaps I was the child. Before long a real teacher came along she smiled...