7 februari 2007
woensdag 7 februari 2007 om 19:31
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot...
...who calls you back when you hang up on him...
...who will stay awake just to watch you sleep...
...wait for the guy who kisses your forehead...
...who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats...
...who holds and holds on...
...who calls you back when you hang up on him...
...who will stay awake just to watch you sleep...
...wait for the guy who kisses your forehead...
...who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats...
...who holds and holds on...
19 november 2006
zondag 19 november 2006 om 12:02
Baz Luhrmann - Sunscreen
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience... I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
______________________
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience... I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
______________________
1 mei 2006
dinsdag 11 april 2006 om 18:04
Just for today, do not worry.
Just for today, do not anger.
Honour your parents, teachers and elders.
Earn your living honestly.
Show gratitude, for every living thing.
Just for today, do not anger.
Honour your parents, teachers and elders.
Earn your living honestly.
Show gratitude, for every living thing.
12 augustus 2005
- He said: Want a quickie?
- She said: As opposed to what?
- He said: I don't know why you wear a bra;
you've got nothing to put in it.
- She said: You wear briefs, don't you?
- He said: Since I first laid eyes on you,
I've wanted to make love to you in the worst way
- She said: Well, you succeeded.
- He said: 'If you only could learn to make me a proper meal, then we could manage without the cook. And if you cleaned the house, we could fire the maid as well.'
- She said: Darling, if you only could learn to satisfy me properly we could do without the gardener too'
- He said: Why do you women always try to impress us with your looks, not with your brains?
- She said: Because there is a bigger chance that a man is a moron than he is blind.
- He said: Why don't you tell me when you have an orgasm?
- She said: I would, but you're never here.
- He said:
"Shall we try a different position tonight?"
- She said: "That's a good idea.... you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart."
- She said: As opposed to what?
- He said: I don't know why you wear a bra;
you've got nothing to put in it.
- She said: You wear briefs, don't you?
- He said: Since I first laid eyes on you,
I've wanted to make love to you in the worst way
- She said: Well, you succeeded.
- He said: 'If you only could learn to make me a proper meal, then we could manage without the cook. And if you cleaned the house, we could fire the maid as well.'
- She said: Darling, if you only could learn to satisfy me properly we could do without the gardener too'
- He said: Why do you women always try to impress us with your looks, not with your brains?
- She said: Because there is a bigger chance that a man is a moron than he is blind.
- He said: Why don't you tell me when you have an orgasm?
- She said: I would, but you're never here.
- He said:
"Shall we try a different position tonight?"
- She said: "That's a good idea.... you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart."
26 juli 2005
Geniale gedachte over het ontstaan van housemusic!
In the beginning there was Jack.
And Jack had a groove.
And from this groove came the groove of all grooves.
And while one day when Jack was viciously throwing down at his box.
Jack boldly declared, "Let there be house."
And house music was born.
I am you see.
I am the creator.
And this is my house.
And in my house, there is only house music
But I am not so selfish.
Because once you enter my house.
It then becomes our house.
And our house music.
And you see, no one man owns House.
Because house music is a universal language spoke and understood by all.
You see, House is a feeling, that no one can understand really, unless you're deep into the vibe of House. House is an uncontrollable desire to Jack your body.
And as I told ya before, this is our house, and our House music.
And in every house you understand, there is a keeper.
And in this house the keeper is Jack.
Now some of you might wonder, "who is Jack and what is it that Jack does?"
Jack is the one who gives you the power to Jack your body.
Jack is the one who gives you the power to do the snake.
Jack is the one who gives you the key to the wiggly worm.
Jack is the one who learns you how to walk your body.
Jack is the one that can bring nations and nations of all Jackers together under one house.
You may be black, you may be white, you may be Jew, or Gentile. It don't make a difference in our house. And this is fresh!!!
x Es
In the beginning there was Jack.
And Jack had a groove.
And from this groove came the groove of all grooves.
And while one day when Jack was viciously throwing down at his box.
Jack boldly declared, "Let there be house."
And house music was born.
I am you see.
I am the creator.
And this is my house.
And in my house, there is only house music
But I am not so selfish.
Because once you enter my house.
It then becomes our house.
And our house music.
And you see, no one man owns House.
Because house music is a universal language spoke and understood by all.
You see, House is a feeling, that no one can understand really, unless you're deep into the vibe of House. House is an uncontrollable desire to Jack your body.
And as I told ya before, this is our house, and our House music.
And in every house you understand, there is a keeper.
And in this house the keeper is Jack.
Now some of you might wonder, "who is Jack and what is it that Jack does?"
Jack is the one who gives you the power to Jack your body.
Jack is the one who gives you the power to do the snake.
Jack is the one who gives you the key to the wiggly worm.
Jack is the one who learns you how to walk your body.
Jack is the one that can bring nations and nations of all Jackers together under one house.
You may be black, you may be white, you may be Jew, or Gentile. It don't make a difference in our house. And this is fresh!!!
x Es