Hear the thunder roaring

The rain is ticking against your bedroom window. The wind is blowing so loudly you can't sleep. You listen carefully. Your room lights up as the lightning strikes over the sky, and after a split second, you hear the thunder roaring. You smile as you imagine all the people in your town listening to the thunder. All of them unable to sleep because of the noise coming from outside. All of them wondering when it will stop.

Sometimes I wish it would never stop. I love the sound of rain and thunder. I love the smell of grass after the rain washed away everything dirty that was on it. I love the sight of lightning in the sky. Finding it's way through the rough particals. The dark sky turns out white when another bolt cracks. It rains harder and harder, the waterdrops collapsing with your roof. The sound of the wind dazzeling through.

Nature's way of telling us to embrace life. Have you ever seen something as beautiful as lightning?

Something to think about

Women's hearts beats faster than men's. If this is true, why do women tend to live longer than the average male? It's a common fact that women outlive men. But at the same time, their heart has more work to do. Shouldn't women die sooner than *insert male name here*?
So if we count all this up, we could say that it's a good thing to have a high bloodpressure right? Keep that heart pumping baby.

At the same time women are 37% more likely to visit a psychiatrist. So is there a thin line between your heart beating faster and being a complete wackjob? Or is it because the men drive us women crazy? That would also explain the faster beating of the heart. You can choose, let your heart beat faster, or beat your man to death for annoying you.

Harvard studies show that female hormones are used in beer (hop contains phytoeostrogons). Couting this up with our former statements, one could conclude that the reason why men drive women crazy is because of all the hormones, it makes them women, well sort of. We all know how women can be sometimes. But why don't their heart beat faster? Why don't they attend a psych?

This is too much for me to handle right now. All the men drinking beer are driving me crazy. Beer should be banned! If you know the answer to all of this, please tell me, otherwise you're guilty of not making me sleep at night.

Take nothing but photo's, leave nothing but footprints

As you walk the streets everyday many people observe you, as you observe them. How many people stare at you as you pass them by? How many people forgot you already after 3 seconds? I do the same. People walk by me every day, and none of them stay long in my head. I tend to forget. Who cares? I mean, it's not like I know them. The only thing that can prove they where in my life for just a second are the footprints they left behind. Ephitilials they shedder around. Maybe even a hair that just fell off. But then again, who cares? The wind must have blown it away already.

I walk across the street to the other side, I look if there aren't any cars who can fracture my kneecaps when they hit me. I look to the ground to make sure that I don't tremble over the lose pavement. I reached the other side. I still look down to the ground, thinking of important things in life, like if I will have a cheese sandwich in about an hour. I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around just for a second. You're breathtaking. I turn back as I continue walking, knowing that that one second was enough for me to never forget you.


This one goes out to Lisj, for having her 'Freek' ;)

Abstract humiliation

Imagine yourself standing in front of hundreds of people, with your guitar. Your eyes lock into the crowd, seeing all those people there, just to hear you. You firmly grab your guitar and try to get the first chord right. That would be an A. You begin to play, you stroke down and up the guitar and need to get the F chord. you missed. A very very unpleasant sound fills the room. You try not to let it get to you and you start the first line of your song. Oh my god did that sound bad. Your voice screeched into the crowd. This must be a mistake by the tech! There's no way you sound that freaking horrible. Altough you are a big star, and everyone knows that you can actually sing, you feel kinda humiliated. You look into the eyes of your fans, terrified. This is all going wrong. Why does the universe has to play with you on such a big event? Fate has it's own little way of herassing you in public. Altough you have the feeling that the crowd didn't notice your slip ups, you still need to be confident about it. You try to ignore it, but it keeps comming back and back, 'What if they've heard it? They must think I'm a joke'.

Ofcourse humiliation comes in all sorts of ways. You can trip over a bananapeel in the middle of a public market, you can mumble when trying to give a speech, you can say something completely wrong to someone, or at least it comes out wrong. Say something out loud wich wasn't meant to come out. Taking the hand of the wrong person in yours. There are so many possibilities to humiliate yourself. I like to do it by tripping over all sorts of things. I just don't have the energy to step up higher, I just wander around. A stair isn't a very safe place for me. On a normal weeks basis I tend to fall down the stairs like three times. The stairs, oh master of misguidance, my arch-enemy. I will prevail! You will not conquer me that easily! I will fight to the bitter end before giving in to you. I will preserve and I will be the last one standing.

I'm going to get an axe now.

Civilization's overrated

A man, being kicked to shit because he said something to a vandalist.
A girl, raped and left for dead because 'she was just there'.
A mother, killing her only child because it wouldn't stop crying.
A daughter, sexualy molested by her father because the wife 'always has a headache'.
A teenage girl, punched in the face because she turned a boy down.
A 15 year old kid being bullied until he couldn't take it anymore.
A schoolteacher with a mental breakdown because his kids tried to be funny all the time.
A president wanting a war, trying to get one, no matter the price it takes.
Another president, also wanting war because the other president said so.
Drugaddicts killing for a couple of dollars to get their shot again.
Gang related murders, just for fun.

It's a fucking nice society we created here people. As I walk across the streets I see 14 year old kids, hanging out with Bacardi Breezer in their hands. Yelling at everything that walks by. They think they're great, and people are scared of them and they get attention. But the truth is that I ignore them, knowing they could be the next 'Bush'. In about 40 years give or take he could be a powerful person. He could have the power to wipe out an entire country just for the fun of it. He could be the intergalactic ruler of the universe. The new Mao, or the new Mussolini. I know, it sounds a bit harsh, but what if my theory becomes reality? what if an idiotic 4 year old turns out to be the new world leader. The leader that makes you bow before his picture, who dislikes all rockmusic so forbids it, who detests books and bans them. Who hates kittens and decides to drown them all. That would suck.

We make our own society, we make our leaders of tomorrow. you raise your children the way you want and you can fuck them up if you want to. I just want to tell the parents with 14 year old children who just sit outside drinking Breezer: 'Get them a goddamn hobby!!!'. The only reason why we need to be afraid for our future worldleaders is because they fuck them up to be bastards.

Think about it.

Important rules when dating my daughter..

I'm not planning to have children. I don't even want to get married. But in case I ever change my mind, or get very drunk, I just want to give you some rules in adventage.

My daughter is 16 now. She's a beautiful girl and very mature for her age. You saw her for the first time when you walked across the parc behind the school you two attend. You never even noticed her. But this time was different. She wore her hair losely, and not tide up like she normally does. An incomming jogger didn't notice her and bumps into her. He yells he's sorry as he runs further away from you. You walk towards her and help her get up. You're eyes lock and you're lost. You pick up the books she was carrying and you help her to get to a bench. You ask her if she's alright. She smiles to you and thanks you for your help. She says she noticed you before but never had the courage to say something to you. You smile back and don't know what to say to her. You mumble that you'll take her home.

My doorbell rings. I open te door and see you two standing there. I ask if my daughter is alright and I thank you for taking care of my daughter. A week goes by and you're hanging out a lot at school and after school. Finaly you have the courage to ask her out. I overhear your conversation. I hear how my daughter responds with a firm 'yes'. After my daughter leaves the room I walk up to you. That's when I give you the rules:

1. Arriving for the date.

If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure in hell not picking anything up.

2. No contact with my daughter in my presence.

You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her so long as you don't glance at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

3. Sex and my daughter do NOT mix.

I'm sure that you've been told that today's world, sex without utilizing a "Barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am a barrier, and I will kill you.

4. Communication with me.

It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: "early"

5. Dating others, a big no.

I have no doubt you are a popular guy, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

6. Make yourself useful.

As you stand in my hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and, more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and look at your watch all the time. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her make-up, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you make yourself useful, like changing the oil in my car?

7. Do not lie to me.

Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not try me.

8. Ending the date.

Be afraid. Be very afraid. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.


These are just a few simple rules in the complex universe we like to call 'dating'. If I ever catch you helping my daughter get up when she was run over by a jogger, I will track you down and kill you. Don't say you haven't been warned.

Road trip! I'm going to change my boots!

You look around you. The sun is shining and the temperature is very nice. You inhale deep and you smell clean air that surounds you. You close your eyes and firmly grab the steeringwheel of your rented convertible. It's been 24 hours since your landing at JFK airport. When you stepped out of the airport you wanted to kiss the ground, but you managed to control yourself. The land of the free, and you're here to make the most beautiful journey of your life.
You start your engine, your heart is pumping while you step on the gas pedal. You drive away with the sun shining above you. There are no clouds in the sky and it's going to be a fantastic day. The airport dissapears slowly in you rearviewmirror. Although you are alone on this trip, you don't feel alone at all. You put a cd in the cd-player and put your sunglasses on. You listen to the smoothingh sounds of Ani Difranco as you continue your journey to the unknown.

Your plan is to travel from New York to Los Angeles. How you'll end there doesn't matter. There are so many possibilities. You look at your map when you're just outside New York. You have all the time in the world. Are you heading north? Via Detroit, Chicago, Lincoln, Denver and Las Vegas? Or do you head south and visit Memphis, New Orleans, Houston, Dallas, Santa Fe and Las Vegas? It's a hard choice to make. You know that you'll be mostly in your car, but you've made sure you've got some time to go sightseeing. You decide to take the south route.

You pump up the volume and push the pedal to the ground. Your journey starts here. You've made your choice. You have decided. This is your plan. There you go.
You pull of from the parkingspace, dust throws itself up behind you as you drive away. First stop; Memphis, let's visit the king of rock and roll.

The wind is blowing in your hair. the sun is still shining after driving for 8 hours. You decide to find a motel. Your jetlag is finaly kicking in. You grab a quick bite to eat and turn in. You've slept for almost 13 hours. You get some breakfast at the gas station and return to the drivers seat. You start your engine for the second time and return to your route. You still need to drive 9 hours before you arive to Memphis. After 5 hours you decide to go for a drink. You stop at a gas station, throws some gas in your car en walk inside. You decide to take some Pepsi with you and a sandwich for in case you get hungry. 4 more hours to go. You drove the four hours in one time without stopping. You've finaly arived in Memphis and you look for a nice hotel. You decide to stay in the Madison Hotel. You go to your room and throw your suitcases on your bed. It's time to visit Graceland.

You walk outside the hotel and for the first time since you arived it's cloudy. The journey to Graceland begins on Elvis Presley Boulevard at Graceland Plaza. You are impresed by the gigantic mansion standing before you. You enter with the tourgroup. You start at the tour by going to re-creation of an airport terminal in wich you take a quick peek at the Hound Dog II Lockheed JetStar plane, and then walk aboard the much larger customized Lisa Marie jet. You are impressed and continue with the tourgroup. You still can't believe that you're in Elvis's actual house. The house where he lived and worked.
Your next destination is the automobile museum. You walk down a landscaped, curbed, tree-lined 'highway' past colorful exhibits of vehicles owned and enjoyed by Elvis. You walk towards the cars and check them out. You think to yourself; 'Wouldn't it be cool to take this one to LA?'. You come to your sences and you come to the conclusion that stealing isn't the answer. After seeing the planes and the cars you're following your guide to some more exhibitions. After the tour you're feeling tired and you convince yourself to go back to your hotel and take a quick nap. Although there is so much more to see and do in Memphis you need to continue your journey.Next stop New Orleans.

You need to drive 400 miles before you reach New Orleans. You decide to take a hotel in the French Quarter. It's three o'clock in the afternoon and you would like to visit some attractions. You visit the Aquarium of the Americas. This is one of the most modern aquariums in the world. The aquarium exhibits include water exhibits of the Caribbean, the Amazon rainforest, Mississippi River and Gulf of Mexico.
New Orleans is a great city and you decide to rest here for one more day. You're walking through the narrow streets and decide to eat something. You walk up to a stranger who is walking nearby. You ask if she knows a nice place to have diner. She directs you to the French Quarter where Antoine's restaurant is. You have a nice meal for only 6 bucks. You return to your hotel so you can go to sleep. The next day you're just hanging in the hotel and you're drinking something in bars. You're smiling. The weather is nice and so are the people. You have the feeling you really fit in.
It's only day six of your journey and you have already traveled 1600 miles. You're getting used to your new and busy schedual. You're not as tired as you was the first day. You're used to the sun shining all day. You're used to the high temperatures and you're used of sitting in you car most of the time.

Today you're going to travel to Houston. You're only going to stay there for the night so you'll be a whole new person before you travel to Dallas. Only 364 miles today. You're hoping you can get there in about 5 to 6 hours give or take. The road is lonely. You've promised yourself to give a call to your family tonight. Call them and let them know how you are. you're happy you're on your own, but it would be nice to have someone next to you in the car. You put yourself over it and continue your way. Finaly you arive in Houston. You decide to check in in the Houstonian Hotel. You've already called in and reserved a room for the night. When you had your diner you pick up your cellphone and call your friends and family. They're happy to hear from you and they're glad to know you're having the time of your life. Time is going fast though. It's day six already and you're halfway. 'What the heck', you think by yourself, 'let's stay another day, let's smell the Houston way of living, taste it, see how it is'. You go down to the lobby and ask if you can stay another day. They tell you it's no problem and you can stay in the same room. You're walking towards the elevator, smiling, hoping the feeling would last forever. That night, you slept like a baby.
The sunlight that comes through the drapes wakes you up. You've never slept that good. You open one of the brochures that are lying on the counter. 'What will I do today?', you ask yourself. After careful consideration you decide to visit the Space Museum first and after that you'll visit Six Flags. You've never promised yourself you wouldn't visit an amusementpark.
you've had the time of your life again. It seems that your little vacation get's better by the minute. The sun is going under already and you feel the last bit of warmth change into a chilly cold. You take a cab back to the hotel. When you get back in your room you open the doors to the balcony. You put on a sweater and you gaze into space. Wondering.

The next day. Time to go to Dallas. Visit the grassy knowl. You're definately visiting the Sixth Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza. Only 238 miles to drive. You're used to the long hours in your car. You like them smell of fresh air as you're driving 80 miles per hour on the freeway. You're smiling the whole way and you're singing along with the tunes of the Indigo Girls. The sky is clouded today, but in spite of that it's still warm. After a few hours you arive at your destination. You're driving through the city looking for a hotel. The first one you visit is the Crown Plaza. Unfortunately the hotel has no more rooms but the clerk gives you the adress of another hotel you should try. As you step into the car you look at the adres the clerk gave you. It's the adress of the Maple Manor hotel. You don't care where you sleep tonight, as long as you can sleep. You're tired from the warm weather and want nothing more than to take a small nap. You've gotten a room in the Maple Manor hotel and you sleep for an hour. When you wake up, you make sure your hair is decent and you go downstairs, asking the clerk what's the best way to get to Dealey Plaza. when you finaly arive at Dealey Plaza you immediately see the museum. You step inside and pay the fare. You've learned a lot about President Kennedy and his legacy.
It's dark when you step into the hotel again. Next stop Santa Fe.

It's a long drive from Dallas to Santa Fe, it's almost 644 miles. You're sure you won't drive it in one day, so you're looking for a motel on the way. After 7 and a half hour finaly see a motel appearing on the horizon. It's late in the afternoon. You grab something to eat and you go to bed early, so you can continue your way first thing in the morning.
Another 7 hour drive would bring you to Santa Fe. It's beginning to rain. You close the hood on your convertible for the first time since you went on this trip. Seeing it rain in New Mexico gives you a special feeling. It doesn't take long before lightning cracks over your head. You've never seen such a beautiful sight. After 2 hours the rain stops. A few hours later you arive in Santa Fe. You're checking in in the first hotel you see, the Alexander inn. You decide to call your family again. You're having the same conversation as before regarding how it is. You still think this is the best thing that has even happened to you. After a phonetalk that lasted for almost half an hour, you go down to the bar and order a drink. You're enjoying Santa Fe. the people are friendly and willing to help a stranger. The bartender tells you that you should visit the Santa Fe rodeo. After you finished your drink you get something to eat. You yawn, time to go to bed. Tomorrow will be another long day.
the Santa Fe rodeo is crowded, very crowded. People with cowboyhats pass you by. You see the toughest men walking towards the wild horses. You also see how these men are being thrown of the horses and fall flat on their ass. You're having a great time. Too bad you need to continue your journey. But don't worry, next stop Las Vegas.

Las Vegas will be a journey of 633 miles. You've slept well and you're ready for the long challenge. You'll find a motel somewhere between Santa Fe and Las Vegas. You turn left on the Paseo de Peralta and you make another left turn so you'll be driving on Cerrillos road. Finaly you see the I-25 in front of you and you have the feeling of total feedom. After 8 and a half hours of driving you check how far you still need to drive before you've reached Las Vegas. You already drove 529 miles and you decide to drive all the way to Las Vegas. After 11 hours you finaly drive onto Stewart Avenue. You are dazzeled by the many lights comming from the casino's. you see a strange light shining in the sky. You drive towards it. the light is comming from the pyramid from the Luxor Casino. You go inside and ask for a room. Once you've put all your bags in your room you decide to do some sightseeing. You walk through the casino. Seeing all these people play makes you wonder if they ever get tired. By thinking of the word 'sleep' you're beginning to yawn. Another clue that you should go to bed. Las Vegas will still be there in the morning.
You're planning to make Las Vegas a 2 day trip.
It's morning and you already asked for some brochures. Your eye drops on a tour to Red Rock Canyon. You decide to take the tour. It's unbelievable, the rock formations are truly breath taking. You're sure your vision on the world will never be the same. Never have you seen suck beauty. It's in the afternoon and you're wondering what to do next. There are so many things to do in Las Vegas. You decide to go to Madame Tussauds wax museum. You make sure someone makes a picture of you and Jennifer Lopez in wax. Another unbelievable day.
You're almost falling asleep when you enter your room in the hotel. Without even changing you fall asleep with your clothes on.
when you wake up the next day you're astonished that you're still wearing the same clothes as you wore yesterday. But you can imagine why you didn't change.
You carefuly read your brochures one more time and you make a descision.
One hour later you're sitting in a dark room. Suddenly a bright light starts moving. You see a stage. Then there is smoke and out of nowhere 8 magicians appear. You're enjoying a two hour show in wich you are dazzeled by the phenomical tricks the magicians perform.
You're walking down the strip, you're on your way to see the fountains of the Bellagio. The show is specialy choreographised. You're curious on how it will be. It's spectacular. You never thought fountains could be that cool. It's time to go back to the hotel. You need to be up early tomorrow for your last journey. The journey to Los Angeles.

This last piece of your journey is only 269 miles long. You're having mixed feelings. You're happy that you're finaly where you wanted to end, but it's a shame that it's almost over. You have a 4 and a half hour drive lying before you. This last bit of your journey is lonely and you miss your family and friends. It's time to go home again. The cheerful sounds of KT Tunstall are filling the air surrounding you. You're humming with the music. Finaly you see a sign saying 'Welcome to Los Angeles'. You keep driving, you know exactly where you want to go.

After crossing the whole city you finaly arrived on your destination. You're breathing deeply and you step out of your car. You take of your shoes. You walk slowly but secure. In the meantime you're taking of your socks. You hold your breath for a moment, tears are in your eyes. You take that very last step. Sand is curling between your feet. You hear the sea gulls flying above you as you are staring in the big blue ocean that is lying before you, and for once in your life, you feel at home.

A dreamers holiday

I dream about white sandy beaches. I dream about complete silence. I dream about the ocean, and how the salty water travels over my feet. I feel how the sand retreats itself from between my toes and in my mind I follow the sand floating back into the big blue ocean. A new wave comes in, and before the sand has the time to rest itself on the bottom of the ocean it's already back at my feet. The whole circle starts over again. Birds are flying above me. Dolphins jump out of the warm water.

I snap out of my dream and hear a passing car. I look up and see how the car's speed is above the limit. The guy in the car is obviously in a hurry. Is he too late for work? Is his wife having his baby and does he need to race himself to the hospital? Did something happen to a beloved one of him? Is he going to get married and is he already running late? I can only guess.
I close my eyes again and return to my dream about my holiday. I hear a strange noise. Is it comming from within my dream? Or is it external? I don't know. I try to shut the noise out. I try to continue my dream. The sun is shining upon my naked uper-arms. It's quiet again. Suddenly I hear a woman scream. I wake up from my dream for the second time and roll my eyes. I try to figure out where the noise came from. I look up and look around me. I get up onto my feet and walk towards the noise. I go around the corner and see how the passing car from a minute ago had a frontal collision with another car. I reach for my cellphone and dial the emergency service. I ask the woman on the other side of the line for police-assistance and an ambulance. I walk slowly towards the car, not knowing what I will find. I see how the driver is bended towards his steeringwheel. There's blood on his forehead. I ask the man how he feels. I get no respond. I try to feel a pulse. There is a weak pulse. There are al lot of other people standing around the cars. No one dares to take a step forward and help me. The woman from the other car is still screaming. Finaly someone steps towards her and asks if she is okay. I hear sirens. A policecar stops and walks towards me. They take over from me and I walk backwards to the crowd. Another siren, this must be the ambulance. I give my statement and I return towards my bench. As I'm sitting and thinking to myself how this could have happened a police-officer comes up towards me. He thanks me. I ask him of the man is conscious again. The officer nods and returns to the accident. I feel relieved. But it keeps me wondering.

Has our society changed from dreamers into people who hurry all the time? Is our society just a bunch of money-hungry people? Why can't people enjoy their lifes anymore? Why can't people turn up the volume and dream about their futures? Rest, dream about your holiday. Be a dreamer. Don't be so busy, make time for yourself. Try to dream about your favorite holiday, about your future. You have all the time in the world. Why hurry when you're not suposed to?

I'm going back to my dream again. Pearly white beaches and cabana boys.

A thing called karma..

Go on, go have some fun. But don't forget about this little word called karma. A magical word. What comes around, goes around. What you do to others, you'll get back. What goes up, has to come down eventualy. If you throw it up, you might have the chance it will hit you when it comes down. That's why I say; 'Treat people the way how you want to be treated yourself. Be nice to your neighbours, pet your dog all the time, tell the people you love that you love them, smile everytime the sun shines, help an old lady cross the street, close your eyes and jump into a new adventure.'

I know there are people who think this is all a load of BS. But think of it, what if it it true? Isn't it better to play safe? What could be worse? Telling everybody you think it's a load of BS or comming back in your next life as an ant? I'm playing it safe on this one, because one day, it might bite you in the ass. I won't be bitten. I will become a better person in my next life. If there is a next life that is. There's more than meets the eye. Don't underestimate your life. Don't underestimate the fact that you know nothing. Don't underestimate the power of karma.

There is always something in your life for wich you would go to hell. If there is one. But then again; Shouldn't you play safe on this too? On this one I won't. Fire for the rest of your life? Never being happy again? Nah, this thing about hell is just to unbelievable to believe.
I'll stick with this five letter word called 'karma'. what you do to others is going to be done to you too. I'll make sure I'll come back as a king.

Do not, I repeat, do not underestimate this five letter word.

If I live to be a hundred..

If I live to be a hundred I would like to have seen the seven wonders, I would like to have lived my life to the max.
There are a few things in your life you should have done before you die. I made a list.
From bungeejumping to see the chinese wall.

If I live to be a hundred I would like to have won a grammy.
If I live to be a hundred I would like to have bungeejumped.
If I live to be a hundred I would like to have seen the seven wonders.
If I live to be a hundred I would like to have the same great friends as I have right now.
If I live to be a hundred I would like to be where I want to be in life.
If I live to be a hundred I would like to have found what I was looking for.
If I live to be a hundred I would like to have lived in the US.

These are just a few things I want to do before I'm a hundred years old.
If I don't see the seven wonders it will be alright. But I don't have my list for nothing. I know exactly what I want and who I am.
I am the spitting image of my father. I got friends who love me. In the end of the day my mother is still my biggest fan. Sometimes I'm clumsy. I know where I stand. I dream about the future. I guess you can say I am a dreamer then. This is all a part of me, this is who I am. These are my dreams, my hopes, and hopefuly my future.

Everything changes, so am I. I'll be on my way while the sun still shines.
I'm shifting my life into drive.
I'm alright, I know I'll make it through.
When I make a big mistake, I'll know I'll be just fine.
There will always be someone to catch me if I fall.
I don't underestimate anything at all.
The world is here to explore.
Open your mind. Find your own paradise.

I'm not scared. I'm just growing up.

Freedom is on my mind today

Love me with your left hand, leave me with your right.

Mariage, one of the worlds worst inventions ever. 'But you're making a pact, a union. True love deserves that.' It's not a pact. And it's definately not a union. It's a way of making sure that when you split up, you still got your own stuff. When you get a divorce your wife won't be able to take your flatscreen TV because she thinks 'she deserves it'. That's what mariage is all about.
I'm aware that there are still people who believe in their true love. That someday their prince will arive on his white horse while holding a rose between his teeth and asks them to dance.
We all take risks. We all fall down sometimes when it comes to love. We fall down and we get up again. And after a few times on falling hard on the ground, smacking your head against the pavement, you won't fall down anymore. You will find that one person you want to spend the rest of your life with. Maybe you'll even get married. But don't forget, when you're married, your freedom is gone. Your wife wants to know with whom you're going to your favorite sportsbar. Your husband wants to know why you had to work late and why it was with your cute co-worker. But, if your love is real, you can survive all of this.

But when you just thought that the jalousy was over, something terrible happens. Your mother in law comes to visit. She wants to know how her son is doing with that no-good slacker. She critisizes everything. She looks in your drawers and she talks to the neighbours if there are rumours about you getting a divorce. Your freedom is gone again. Just when you thought you had a little bit of freedom again in your relationship, this woman comes along and ruins it all. You ask your sweetheart when she's going home again. You get into a fight because obviously you don't like his mother and wants her out of here. His mother is everything to him and you're not going to take that away from him. You reasure him that that isn't the case. She will be staying for another 3 weeks just to bug you. 3 more weeks with that hag. Can you believe it? Just to get back at you. Maybe a divorce would have been better. What if he is going to be an exact carbon copy of his mother. You beg to your mother in law; 'Please give me my freedom back' and give her 500 bucks to her to leave and never show her face again. Of course she takes the money. She takes the money and goes straight to your love.

You're 6 months further in your life, and your divorce finaly got through.
You meet someone else. Are you strong enough this time to hang in there, and keep saying that mariage isn't the smart thing to do? Or are you going to cave in again, and go through it all over again?

You are... alive

You are a self-confessed over-worked little school girl who listens Nirvana all day. You are your mother one day and you are your father the next day. You are the one who makes high standards. You are unique and beautiful. You are the confident woman who brings home her first boyfriend. You are the less confident boyfriend who visits his girls parents for the first time. You're a work-a-holic. You're a slacker. You are a fountain of knowledge. You are a little emotional. You're the one who will make all your dreams come true. You're the one who just keeps trying. You are the one who dares to live. You are the one who won't forget. You are close. You are far away. You are the person that never sleeps. You are a crack smoking killer. You are always everywhere. You are someones true love. You're the one who is a shallow girl on wednesday, and a bright and shiny girl on friday. You are predictable, you are mysterious. You are a winner, you are a loser. You are shy. You are over-confident. You are a musician. You are an artist. You are a mother. You are a friend. You are blind and waiting for the sun to come up. You are phobic. You are torn. You follow the evidence. You are a scientist. you are a craftsman. You are a collector of your own thoughts. You are straightforward. You are complex and proud. You exist. You are impossible to live with. You play with fire. You are afraid. You see the world in a totally different perspective. You are a listener. You are a dreamer. You are confused. You never look back. You know what you want. You are an interstellar thief with a machine gun. you are a mobsters hooker. You are ironic. You are an equal. You are so much more.

You can be so many things during your life. Is there a particular reason why we chose to play it safe? I say get out and be that dreamer, play with fire and see how it all ends. Dare to live, love and hurt. But make sure, that when your life is over you look back and you can say: 'Hey, at least I lived.'