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Aug
12

[dutch post]

Tickoweb wordt stilaan bekend omdat het een revolutionair systeem zou bedacht hebben waardoor illegale ticketverkoop onmogelijk wordt. De man achter dit alles, Kristof Schurmans, wordt in de Belgische media afgeschilderd als een held.

Maar tegelijkertijd slaagt hij er ook in om enkele studenten mooi op te lichten.

Lees het ganse verhaal op De man achter Kristof Schurmans

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Nov
13

I enter trough the door and open my eyes. A light dangles from the ceiling. The floor is littered, this room is a mess. Pieces of junk lay everywhere. There’s a chair in the middle of the room. I sit down. Chills run down my spine. It’s cold in here. In the distance, I can hear music. I hear a door slam shut. A car passes. Chills run down my spine. I look around me. The walls are painted in a faded yellow. There’s a light shining in my eyes. There’s litter everywhere, from filthy clothes to candy rappings. Surrounded by this mess, I try to clear up my head. What the hell is this… More chills go down my spine, it’s way to cold in here. I really should turn up the heating when I’m about to clean my room.

Nov
13

“How did I get here?” I think. This isn’t right… I look through the window, I see nothing. The world outside the window is a blur. This isn’t right. I’m sitting. I’m sitting on a hard bench. I suddenly realise there is someone sitting next to me on that bench. Who is this? What is going on? My eardrums are being terrorised, sound after sound banging against them.
And then I see them, all those eyes, staring at me.
Maybe I should turn the volume of my walkman down while I’m on the bus…

Nov
13

I wake up. Rays of light try to break through my eye lids though I keep my eyes shut. I’m afraid of what I’ll see, I don’t remember what happened last night, feel heavily dazed. I shiver, hear nothing, someone put the world on mute. I keep asking myself what happened. I hear a bird screeching. Okay, I’m still alive. Blurry memories of things that passed flash before my eyes. I ask myself what happened. Slowly, I regain consciousness. And then I hear it, a door creeping, distinct foot steps closing. I have to get out of here. I try to get up, fall, get up again, I pull a door open and …
“CRAP”
Ha, I’ve beaten my sister again in the race to the bathroom, it’s Saturday morning.

Nov
12

I don’t remember the exact day, but it was march 2005. I was at a party of a neighbouring school and was in line to get my jacket. The line was huge and they wouldn’t hurry up (eventually I stood in the line for about 2.5 hours). It was a mess. A mess unlike I’ve ever seen. Though I have to say, those 2.5 hours made me believe in love on first sight again.

I was waiting for like 30 minutes allready, when I felt a hard tap on my left shoulder. I would turn my head to find a big bush or red resting on my shoulder. What was more, the red bush spoke too! Something along the lines of “gotta rest for a sec”.

That was how Selien made her intro. And I thought it was love on first sight.

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