Poem III

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

Money down the drain.

What good is it to spend money you don't have on fixing the seven month flat fore-tire of your bicycle when as you finally regain the use of your beloved and trusted bike, the rear-tire goes kabang, 6 miles from home?

6 miles from the warm comfy bed that you wouldn't have had to leave if the job counsellor would have taken the trouble to read your résumé first, instead of simply deciding on the dot that you may be to highly qualified already to apply for a course to improve what little competences your fellow contestants have that ARE eligible.

String Theory

If only it would be true for everyone. Found around here.

Cat-profile

Music to my ears. You Are a Bengal Cat

You look wild, but deep down, you're really quite sweet. You are curious about the world around you, and you love to explore. You liked to swim and climb trees as a kid... and probably still do! You are confident and energetic. You are ready to take on the world.

What Breed of Cat Are You?

Just as futile

I might indeed have written love letters in the sand at low tide, it would have mattered just as much.

Quote #29

Found around here. Excellent question by the way.

If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?

MONA...

... now selfconfident in black'n'white polka dot bikinipants.


I went swimming. In an outfit less covering than antyhting else I've wore in public since the age of two. I thought I'd be embarrased, but actually I felt well. Pretty, confident, almost happy, even joyful but above all: alive.

Edit: you know me wel enough not to expect this mood to linger.

Quote #28

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

J.R.R. Tolkien

Rant IV

I have

• no job
• no boyfriend
• no outlook on vacation
• no inspiration
• no answer to the billion question swirling through my mind
• little to no energy

and yet you tell me to do the one thing I can't.

What my castle says about me...

The Castle Personality Test

You are a bit tentative when it comes to new experiences. You have to push yourself to try new things, but once you do, you love the adventure. You like to think that people see you as intellectual and wise. You consider yourself to be very smart. You are a very romantic person. You can't help but see the world as it should be. Right now, stress occasionally makes you feel trapped in your life. You usually have a clear perspective on things though! Overall, your life is dramatic and unpredictable. You life in interesting times. You feel like the fate of the future partially rests in your hands. You believe you need to help make the world a better place.

The Castle Personality Test

Smile

This is how I feel when you give me compliments.

Rope

I went out to buy rope today. A not so very shocking exploit but wile walking I spotted two lengths of polyblend cotton wool and it reminded me of 'The Law of Attraction'. It goes like this: if you want something bad enough, it will come your way. This being a very very simple explanation. The strand of thread that I found were by no means long and strong enough, not even the right colour for what I intended with them but still, it couldn't be coincidence, could it?

A New Beginning

I'm venturing this will not be the only blogpost with that title posted around this time. Rest assured however, this will not be about the US elections, or the kitchen I dream of, or an umpth new crush. It's just the umpth new blog I've started. It's in Dutch and about Dungeons and Dragons. That should keep all of you very very very far away. Click on a random word in this post to find a link.

Quote #27

Can't argue with a bear can you?

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.

Winnie the Pooh

Jack-O-Lantern

They couldn't have got it more wrong, not if they tried.

What Your Jack-o-Lantern Says

You are a naturally cheerful, happy go lucky person. You're the type of person to see Halloween through the eyes of a child. This Halloween, dress up as something cute - like a bunny. The candy you should give out: candy corn

The Jack-o-Lantern Quiz

How doubt backfires

Somewhat against my intentions I was dragged to 'Night of the Proms' last night. I use the word 'dragged' but I had no intention whatsoever to spend an evening mostly driving to and back from Antwerp to sit in a really uncomfortable chair to listen how have-been pop stars and a mediocre orchestra ruined some of the previous centuries' greatest music, all this hosted by C who's name I'd rather not mention, let alone pay for it. However it seems my mother knows someone who's daughter works for a guy who knows someone that could get us free seats. My sister being inconvenienced by a boyfriend emergency, I was gently ushered into the car and later on into the Sportpaleis. The whole music and show element of the evening turned out more enjoyable than I dared venture, now however comes the point of my little rambling.

Us being non-paying guests and also not so very important. We got to wait and enjoy the pause and the after-show drinks in the not-so VIP lounge. Incidentally placed between the backstage entrance and the very VIP lounge. Bold as I sometimes dare think myself, I ventured through the gate of paradise on earth aka the artist lounge backstage, having set myself the task of returning home with at least one autograph. Ed Kowalczyk and Sinéad O'Connor being by far the two most interesting performers that evening (or at least in my perception), entering seemed not a problem, however where to find them by lack of One Ring? And which of the two to address once located because chatting with one would inevitable reduce my chances when asking the next. And while I was doubting I became the girl that was flirting* with the head of security. It only goes to show you shouldn't ask a guy for his opinion.

* I suppose it was flirting, it went something like this: smile, chat, show cleavage, tell joke, laugh at his sexist remark, picturing myself spanking him with nail-improved hippopotamus leather whips, show more cleavage, smile and be interrupted by my dad who wanted us to proceed home.