Change for the naked indian guy

Yep, I gave it all. That's my good deed for the day. To that guy I'd like to say: "For the love of god, buy a shirt"

I just got back to the hotel from eating out again with my fellow surveyor. Singapore still rules, chicken satay and noodles rule, I will come back, I'm sure. I'm happy it's cloudy sometimes though. My black outfit today combined with running through the sun on a noisy smelly ship is not a good recipe. But work is going well, everything seems to be going as planned, so no worries there.

No more pictures today, sorry, I just keep forgetting to take some, with all the working and eating. So it calls for my introduction I guess, and I will bring it in a convenient question-answer format.

Q: Who the hell are you?

Uncles call me Dieter. Germans call me Dietah. Chinese people call me Dietel. Most misunderstand me at first and are like "Pieter?". No, that's not it. That's not my name.

Q: A name does not necessarily represent who you are in your inner core, young padawan. Who ARE you? Really?

Dude, seriously? I'm a tormented soul that likes long walks on the beach and crying in the dark and writing poetry and sentimental junk like that. I feel I could use a little more action and a little less boring though...

Q: Then why don't you do something about it instead of wining like a little bitch?

I'm trying, GOSH! Let me finish! That's what this blog is all about. It is about my eternal quest to being the most awesome guy ever ever, by far, in the universe. I will travel the seas and do whatever it takes to reach this goal. Well, not whatever it takes. Just whatever seems like a good idea at the time.

Q: Why is this blog in English? Are you trying to be cool or something?

Yes.

Q: I need something to mark on my calendar. When precisely will you update your blog?

Whenever I feel like it. Sometimes I will write for days in a row. Other times you won't hear from me for weeks. I'll do it as often is I want, cause cool people are just like that, you know?

Q: Why are you even writing this blog anyway? It's not like we care.

It's a therapeutic thing. I don't care if you don't care. Well, I do. But it's cool to say I don't. Besides, a talent coach might discover me and make me a billionair writer.

That's all questions for today, sorry. I need to go break the tv now, cause there's a very bad Malaysian rapband performing on.