Haaajj gast!
Net geslaagd!!!

Gym gedaan nog wel

Mn hobby: hockeyen!!! en natuurlijk; lkkr kletsen; lkkr gek doen; winkelen; muziek luistere! Verder kijk ik graag films en lezen vinnik ook wel leuk

Owjah en khou ook van gedichtjes, je kunt mooie lezen op mn PF!
Dat ben ikke duss

Death be not proud - John DonneDeath, be not proud
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.
John Donne
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head - ee cummingssuppose
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
young death sits in a cafe
smiling, a piece of money held between
his thumb and first finger
(i say "will he buy flowers" to you
and "Death is young
life wears velour trousers
life totters, life has a beard" i
say to you who are silent.--"Do you see
Life? he is there and here,
or that, or this
or nothing or an old man 3 thirds
asleep, on his head
flowers, always crying
to nobody something about les
roses les bluets
yes,
will He buy?
Les belles bottes--oh hear
, pas chères")
and my love slowly answered I think so. But
I think I see someone else
there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards
she is sitting beside young death, is slender;
likes flowers.
e e cummings
It is at moments after i have dreamed - ee cummings
it is at moments after i have dreamed
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
ee cummings
William Blake - The TigerThe Tiger
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake - Songs of Innocence and Experience
W.H. Auden - Funeral BluesW.H. Auden - Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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Lieve Vriendjes!
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met martientje best friends forever! net uit zee!
Ger my boy!
Matt en Martien!
Rikk! die vindt het wel lkkr
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Ellen skat!
Gertie meiss! Rik maakt t je moeilik zie ik
Martien en BJ!
Jan is dr helemaal ondersteboven van
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Gertie heeft oogcontact met een leuke jongen
Ger feels good!
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Ikke en Gertie girl!
Ellen en Martientje!!!
Lennard en BertJan!
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Leuk tuinfeessie was dit toch!
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[i35 fun things to do whilst driving![/i]]
1. Have a friend ride in the back seat. Gagged.
2. Roll down your windows and blast talk radio. Headbang.
3. Wear snorkel gear and hang fish around from the ceiling.
4. Two words: Chicken suit.
5. Write the words "Help me" on your back window in red paint. The more it looks like blood, the better.
6. Pay the toll for the car behind you. Watch in rearview mirror as toll collector tries to explain to next driver.
7. Laugh. Laugh a lot. A whooooole lot.
8. Stop at the green lights.
9. Go at the red ones.
10. Occasionally wave a stuffed animal/troll doll/Barbie out your window or sunroof. Feel free to make it dance.
11. Eat food that requires silverware.
12. Put your arms down the legs of an extra pair of trousers, put sneakers on your hands, and lean the seat back as you drive.
13. At stop lights, eye the person in the next car suspiciously. With a look of fear, suddenly lock your doors.
14. Honk frequently without motivation.
15. Wave at people often. If they wave back, offer an offended and angry look as if they gave you an obscene gesture.
16. At stop lights, ask people if they have any Grey Poupon.
17. Let pedestrians know who's boss.
18. Look behind you frequently, with a very paranoid look.
19. Restart your car at every stop light.
20. Hang numerous car-fresheners in the rearview mirror. Talk to them, stroking them lovingly.
21. Lob burning things in the windows of smokers who throw their butts out the window.
22. Keep at least five cats in the car.
23. Squeegee your windshield at every stop.
24. If a firetruck comes up behind you, pull over, get on the roof of your car, and do a cheer for them as they pass!
25. Compliment other drivers on their skill and finesse.
26. Have conversations, looking periodically at the passenger seat, when driving alone.
27. Stop and collect roadkill.
28. Stop and pray for roadkill.
29. Stop and cook roadkill. (If in Tennessee.)
30. Throw Spam. Tape signs on windows protesting email abuse.
31. Get in the fast lane and gradually... slow... down... to... a stop. Then get out and watch the cars.
32. Vary your vehicle's speed inversely with the speed limit. 3
33. Drive off an exit ramp, ask for directions to the town you're in. When they tell you you're there, look confused, glance at your map, laugh, and exclaim, "Oh! Wrong state!"
34. Sing without having the radio on.
35. At stop lights, run out of your car, place pylons around you, then gather them back up as the light changes and drive off...
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Rome!!!Rome!!!Rome!!!Rome!!!Rome!!!Rome!!!Rome!!!
Naar Rome geweest met Skool!
Nog meer fotootjes van Rome!
Maaike en Marleen in de bus
Voor de eerste keer gevlogen! Was mooi!
Marleen bij een groot romeins ding!
Corien vond t colosseum errgg interessant!
De leraartjes die mee waren
Evan en Nick aan t chillen bij één of andere romeinse zuil
Met deze dingen wordt Rome onderhouden
Ikke met Michel bij één of andere fontein!
Ikke en Nick bij t forum romanum
Ikke met een té coole zonnebril bij t colosseum! (ja het was de grootste die te koop was

)
op het piazza navona!
Na zoveel pizza móet je gewoon wat McDonalds eten!
Er wordt aandachtig geluisterd naar een verhaal over het colosseum!
Mevr. Nieuhoff en Nick bij de Fontana di Trevi!
Michel, Ik en Evan!
Percy Bysshe Shelley - Love's PhilosophyPercy Bysshe Shelley - Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle -
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother:
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
Edgar Allan Poe - A dream within a dreamA dream within a dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less _gone_?
_All_ that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
_One_ from the pitiless wave?
Is _all_ that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
1849. Edgar Allan Poe
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Lieff hondje, Tonja!
Eating Poetry - Mark StrandEating Poetry
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man,
I snarl at her and bark,
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
Mark Strand
The Road not taken - Robert FrostThe road not taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert frost
One art - Elizabeth BishopOne Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
Der Panther - Rainer Maria RilkeDer Panther
Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, dass er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.
Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte,
der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht,
ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte,
in der betäubt ein großer Wille steht.
Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf -. Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille -
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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[i30 fun things to do in an elevator![/i]]
1. Tell the other passenger about the time the elevator got stuck when you were on it and it took 4 hours to get you out.
2. Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering: "Shut up, dammit, all of you just shut UP!"
3. Whistle the first seven notes of "It's a Small World" incessantly.
4. Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: "Got enough air in there?"
5. Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear yours upside-down.
6. Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.
7. When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.
8. Lean over to another passenger and whisper: "Noogie patrol coming!"
9. Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.
10. On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go "plink" at the bottom.
11. Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce: "I've got new socks on!"
12. When at least eight people have boarded, moan from the back: "Oh, not now, [gurgle and cough]....motion sickness!"
13. Meow occasionally.
14. Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.
15. Frown and mutter "gotta go, gotta go" then sigh and say "oops!"
16. Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.
17. Holler "Chutes away!" whenever the elevator descends.
18. Walk on with a cooler that says "human head" on the side.
19. Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.
20. Burp, and then say "mmmm...tasty!"
21. Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.
22. When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "is that your beeper?"
23. Say "Ding!" at each floor.
24. Say "I wonder what all these do" and push the red buttons.
25. Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.
26. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your "personal space."
27. Take a bite of a sandwich and ask another passenger: "Wanna see wha in muh mouf?"
28. Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body."
29. Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
30. Wear "X-Ray Specs" and leer suggestively at other passengers.
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[bcoowle quotes van mn favo film![/b]]
'Stranger than Fiction' >> die moet je egtt gaan zienn!
Penny: “I suppose you smoked all these cigarettes?” Kay: “ No, they came pre-smoked.”
Kay: “What do you think about leaping off a building?” Penny: “I don’t think about leaping off a building.” Kay: “Yes you do.” Penny: “No, I try to think of nice things.” Kay: “Everyone thinks about leaping off a building.” Penny: “Well I certainly don’t think about leaping off of a building.” Kay: “They say, I read this in this fantastically depressing book, that when you jump from a building it’s rarely the impact that actually kills you.” Penny: “Well, I’m sure it doesn’t help.”
Kay (in a hospital): “This isn’t working.” Penny: “Well, I don’t even know why we’re here, in fact I don’t even think we’re supposed to be in here.” Kay: “You said that I needed visual stimuli.” Penny: “I meant a museum.” Kay: “I don’t need to go in to a museum, I need the infirm.” Penny: “You are the infirm.” Kay: You know you’re right, the problem is these people aren’t dead, they’re just severely injured. Excuse me, (to a nurse) where are the dying people? Most of these people are sick or injured, which is great, don’t get me wrong, but they’re gonna get better which doesn’t really help me, so is there, is there any way to see the people who aren’t going to get better?” Nurse: “Excuse me?” Kay: “I would like to see, if at all possible the ones who aren’t gonna make it, you know, the dead for sure ones.” Nurse: “I’m sorry, are you suffering from anything?” Kay: “Just writers block.”
William Blake - The Garden of LoveThe Garden of Love
I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, weeping.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
William Blake - Songs of Innocence and Experience
Over mn favo tv-series!
I love >>
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Amanda Burton - Silent Witness>
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Verder vind ik de serie One Tree Hill ook vett leukk
:
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En natuurlijk miss Ally McBeal! ( Calista Flockheart)
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Emma Thompson!
My tribute to Emma
>>>
In stranger than fiction.
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Black'n white
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Sense&Sensibility,, al gezien? Mooi! 
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Angels in America, vaag maar wel cool!
Jacqueline van der Waals - Verborgen Smart is Halve SmartVerborgen smart is halve smart
Ik zal niet droevig klagen,
Dat niemand mij troost in mijn leed;
Juist daarom kan ik het dragen,
Omdat geen mensch het weet.
Geen troost, geen mededoogen,
Maakt ooit dit hart gezond,
Want zagen nieuwsgierige oogen
De groote, open wond,
En peilden nieuwsgierige handen
Hoe diep die wonden zijn,
Hoe smartelijk zouden ze branden
Met haast onduldbare pijn!
Want iedere blik zou schrijnen,
Wat toch reeds zo moeilijk geneest.
Alleen door rustig te schijnen
Ben ik ook rustig geweest.
Jacqueline E. van der Waals
Jodie FosterJodie Foster iss goed 
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In Contact.
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In Panic Room.
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He wishes for the cloths of heaven - W.B. YeatsHe Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven - W.B Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
For whom the bell tolls - John DonneFor whom the bell tolls
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London - Dylan ThomasA Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London
Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
And the still hour
Is come of the sea tumbling in harness
And I must enter again the round
Zion of the water bead
And the synagogue of the ear of corn
Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound
Or sow my salt seed
In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn
The majesty and burning of the child's death.
I shall not murder
The mankind of her going with a grave truth
Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath
With any further
Elegy of innocence and youth.
Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter,
Robed in the long friends,
The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother,
Secret by the unmourning water
Of the riding Thames.
After the first death, there is no other.
Dylan Thomas
Death, be not proud - John DonneDeath, be not proud
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.
By John Donne
Sometimes the sky's too bright - Dylan ThomasSometimes the Sky's Too Bright
Sometimes the sky's too bright,
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away's too sharp a sun
To nourish thinking of him.
Why is my hand too blunt
To cut in front of me
My horrid images for me,
Of over-fruitful smiles,
The weightless touching of the lip
I wish to know
I cannot lift, but can,
The creature with the angel's face
Who tells me hurt,
And sees my body go
Down into misery?
No stopping. Put the smile
Where tears have come to dry.
The angel's hurt is left;
His telling burns.
Sometimes a woman's heart has salt,
Or too much blood;
I tear her breast,
And see the blood is mine,
Flowing from her, but mine,
And then I think
Perhaps the sky's too bright;
And watch my hand,
But do not follow it,
And feel the pain it gives,
But do not ache.
Dylan Thomas
Kom nog eens trug
