zaterdag 31 mei 2008
vrijdag 30 mei 2008
donderdag 29 mei 2008
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dinsdag 27 mei 2008
maandag 26 mei 2008
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zaterdag 24 mei 2008
vrijdag 23 mei 2008
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dinsdag 20 mei 2008
The Working Hour -You Tube
These things that I've been told can rearrange
My world, my doubt in time but inside out
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes
This day and age for all and not for one
All lies and secrets, put on, put on and on
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes
And fear is such a vicious thing
It wraps me up in chains
Find out, find out, what this fear is about
Find out, find out, what this fear is about
Find out, find out, what this fear is about
Find out, find out, what this fear is about
My world, my doubt in time but inside out
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes
This day and age for all and not for one
All lies and secrets, put on, put on and on
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes
And fear is such a vicious thing
It wraps me up in chains
Find out, find out, what this fear is about
Find out, find out, what this fear is about
Find out, find out, what this fear is about
Find out, find out, what this fear is about
maandag 19 mei 2008
zondag 18 mei 2008
The Hurting - You Tube
Is it an horrific dream
Am I sinking fast
Could a person be so mean
As to laugh and laugh
On my own
Could you ease my load
Could you see my pain
Could you please explain
The hurting
Could you understand a child
When he cries in pain
Could you give him all he needs
Or do you feel the same
All along
You've been told you're wrong
When you felt it right
And you're left to fight
The hurting
Get in line with the things you know
Feel the pain
Feel the sorrow
Touch the hurt and don't let go
Get in line with the things you know
Learn to cry
Like a baby
Then the hurting won't come back
Am I sinking fast
Could a person be so mean
As to laugh and laugh
On my own
Could you ease my load
Could you see my pain
Could you please explain
The hurting
Could you understand a child
When he cries in pain
Could you give him all he needs
Or do you feel the same
All along
You've been told you're wrong
When you felt it right
And you're left to fight
The hurting
Get in line with the things you know
Feel the pain
Feel the sorrow
Touch the hurt and don't let go
Get in line with the things you know
Learn to cry
Like a baby
Then the hurting won't come back
zaterdag 17 mei 2008
How to keep your composure
I realized that composure is not something you acquire by practicing meditation techniques like concentration and awareness exercises, which are simply artificial means of achieving peace, tranquility, contentment, and happiness, and which are highly addictive. Rather, by knowing what to do or what not to do in certain situations. Seeking advice is therefore advisable.
vrijdag 16 mei 2008
Loneliness
I woke up in the middle of the night,
Feeling restless and even desperate.
Is this what people call loneliness?
I felt sick in the stomach;
It made me feel really bad.
What reasons have I to be lonely?
Well, anyway, I took it in,
Chewed on it, swallowed it,
Stomached it, and digested it.
Then I went back to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning
There's this burning ache in my stomach.
It must be something I ate yesterday.
It was probably the chicory.
I won't eat chicory for supper again.
Feeling restless and even desperate.
Is this what people call loneliness?
I felt sick in the stomach;
It made me feel really bad.
What reasons have I to be lonely?
Well, anyway, I took it in,
Chewed on it, swallowed it,
Stomached it, and digested it.
Then I went back to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning
There's this burning ache in my stomach.
It must be something I ate yesterday.
It was probably the chicory.
I won't eat chicory for supper again.
donderdag 15 mei 2008
woensdag 14 mei 2008
Keep your composure
What you think is what matters. Don't be intimidated by people who think they are morally and spiritually better.
dinsdag 13 mei 2008
maandag 12 mei 2008
zaterdag 10 mei 2008
vrijdag 9 mei 2008
donderdag 8 mei 2008
woensdag 7 mei 2008
dinsdag 6 mei 2008
maandag 5 mei 2008
Zen Player
I received an mp3/mpeg player by Creative from my present employer as a gift. It has 4 Gb memory, upgradeable, and can play mp3, aac, m4a, wma, wmv9, divx and xvid videos. It also has a buit-in FM radio. It's battery can be recharged thru the USB connection.
zondag 4 mei 2008
zaterdag 3 mei 2008
vrijdag 2 mei 2008
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