tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75740404358915892682024-03-05T02:53:54.101-08:00Dream.....Do...Act...... and Achieve!With God on my side I have nothing to loose, only things to gain.SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-7196561662520308702009-03-24T14:43:00.000-07:002009-03-24T14:47:36.800-07:00Africa...TanzaniaAfrica,<br />Youve been on my mind a lot for the last two years... I cant egnore you anymore, so I took steps to come and see you... again.<br />But I think this time its for real. I just wrote the base in Tanzania another email after they replied positive to my last one.<br />Its gonna be interesting if I do decide to go over there sooner than later. Where am I gonna get the oney from... <br />Dutch people are not the most generous once you know.<br />I will have to save and ask for money from friends I guess. DOnt know if I could do that, ask... not to give it back to them.<br />But I feel...I want to go. And at the same time I am scared.<br />God...??<br />Hello???<br />Can you hear me???<br /><br />I think he's busy.<br /><br />It will all become clear I guess. Im just gonna take this process step by step...<br />adn hopfuly take off sooner than later!SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-13736538732630260572009-01-22T13:40:00.000-08:002009-01-22T13:49:44.429-08:00smashing windows and scary noizes...Its past midnight when Im going to bed at my work. I have a nightshift wich meens, I have the responsibliti over 20 young people, while their sleeping.<br />But afte half an hour, I hear weird sounds coming from downstairs... It freaks me out. Sounds like someone is banging his head against the walls (i work with disabled kids...).<br />But after 2 hours we (a colege and me) find out, that somone broke in to the room below me, and smashed the window with a stone. Blood is on the floor, and the safe is outside, empty, all the money gone.. :(<br /><br />We fallow the trail of blood and it leeds up to one of the kids room (26 years old). Its very sad, but one of our own kids stole money from us. He is so broke and addicted to drugs and didnt know what else to do, so he decided to take his chance... Unbelieveble. <br /><br />One litle miracle, the litle kids I was looking out for upstairs where all a sleep, and didnt hear a thing! If they would have woken up....men, I dont even wanna think of what would have happend, but a lot of panic!<br /><br />Anyways, after the police showed up and I gave them all the information I had, they took the litle thief with them, with my colege.<br />I didnt sleep that night, offcourse, adrenaline was rushing trough my vains and my head kept spinning. I think I was kind of blaming my self.<br /><br />Another nightshift is waiting for me tommorrow...yay....not....<br /><br />but just so all of you know... I have amazing co workers, and I love my job!!!SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-75056620443892228622009-01-18T03:17:00.000-08:002009-01-18T03:42:45.069-08:00restless traveler<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1cPg920aLV7CHkNyAxAl1TZTrq8RliFpryX2RRhfH6cySL-iOe1cjU719ZwWrc2ekqcuq4wFGqjbbsCnyTVBV9J6255xoNEazJ41mgT4nIFEThKQti7YJLtMvCcLo_ZynDtlYFYnRMc/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1cPg920aLV7CHkNyAxAl1TZTrq8RliFpryX2RRhfH6cySL-iOe1cjU719ZwWrc2ekqcuq4wFGqjbbsCnyTVBV9J6255xoNEazJ41mgT4nIFEThKQti7YJLtMvCcLo_ZynDtlYFYnRMc/s400/P1010011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292597522863219570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-Mblx-9gUAudFBUSnuPM8RRxp1LNt3LbZXf1Ju5ssN0j0ag30nEEa4qXf7xvDzOuIhp1seByl6IOFwWluhFe1KsDECPkU5MJLH4hbr0d3pvYIyWsIIFVVjAMMyJJ8p2gYBYdMdDBbY8/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-Mblx-9gUAudFBUSnuPM8RRxp1LNt3LbZXf1Ju5ssN0j0ag30nEEa4qXf7xvDzOuIhp1seByl6IOFwWluhFe1KsDECPkU5MJLH4hbr0d3pvYIyWsIIFVVjAMMyJJ8p2gYBYdMdDBbY8/s400/P1010080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292596296087543106" /></a><br />The churchbells ring. Loud and clear. <br />Across my house is a huge cathedral and every saterdaynight and sunday morning the pastor (i guess) rings the bells. <br />I open my eyes, wake up to the sounds of it...<br /><br />Restless. My heart is beating fast, and I breath in. <br />Im running, but my destenation is unclear. I see mountains passing by, an ocean, all different kind of people are cheering at me. People from all over the world, different collor skin. Im trying to figger out where I am, and where I am going to. <br />Than I pass a desert, its cold there! (weird) The sand stings on my skin. And i close my eyes while I keep running. Sweat is dripping from my forhead, while I am running I trie to lift up my hand and whipe my forehead. But I almost trip.<br />The only thing my body seems to do right is run. My legs are doing all the work, I dont even need to think. <br />I run, and run.<br />And there is no time for looking back it seems. I want to....I want to know what Im running from, but my neck is refursing to turn around, and my eyes are stubern they keep looking forward.<br />I run and run.<br />The sand makes place for a concrete road, and trees are apearing. Big trees, and very green. <br />It starts to rain, and I keep running. My feet are sore, but I cant stop.<br />The wind is strong and I bow my back a litle while running. Faster and faster I go.<br />I can hear myself breathing, almost as loud as the wind, and my clothes are fillling up with water.<br />Mountains apear in front of me, I leave the rain behind with the trees and all that is left are the mountains, grass and rocks. No animals, no people, the sky is bleu. I want to stop and sit down, and think about what just happens. But I cant. I get angry, and trie to stop my legs from running. I almost trip, but it doesnt stop me. <br />I want to stop! I need to stop. <br />I run up to a mountain. Its a big one, and covered in rocks and trees that look like they were harmed by a fire. <br />I run and run and run... No times for pictures or a good look at the vieuw. I want to though, but its impossible.<br /><br />Than...finaly I feel my legs are slowing down. I can look at my feet again, they are still running but not so fast anymore. <br />I trie to look around, but the higher I got the foggier it got. <br />I stop. I cant go further. Im on top of a mountain. <br />But I cant see where I am, or where to go next.<br />Clouds are surrounding me. <br />I lay down in the wet grass and feel the rocks underneeth the grass hit my body. <br />I close my eyes...<br /><br />The churchbells ring. Loud and clear. <br />Across my house is a huge cathedral and every saterdaynight and sunday morning the pastor (i guess) rings the bells. <br />I open my eyes, wake up to the sounds of it...SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-5506363395884710462008-12-13T03:04:00.000-08:002008-12-13T04:14:34.636-08:00Struggeling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEharf6mNmrTnR1hjbI0Xi_jjZ8jXD8pTgDJJyYNVXhILp5hIy7KfQ5eevJ3dMN8jAqOoQf9QXkh812tr5uAokHvLyTH-QUR9l0qDIULLVehMuKhpvO1xlSSPnCuj5Hrv5AXrIq5EpEKi0o/s1600-h/SNC10070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEharf6mNmrTnR1hjbI0Xi_jjZ8jXD8pTgDJJyYNVXhILp5hIy7KfQ5eevJ3dMN8jAqOoQf9QXkh812tr5uAokHvLyTH-QUR9l0qDIULLVehMuKhpvO1xlSSPnCuj5Hrv5AXrIq5EpEKi0o/s400/SNC10070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279246908055892114" /></a><br />Honestly?<br /><br />Women.<br />What are we suppose to be in this world?<br />What is our place, our specialty?<br />These days it seems that women are everywhere, in advertisements, billboards, commercials... And most of the time its not about the person it self, but always about the way they look. What parfume they where, what kind of make up do they use to look that way, or on tv, in movies and musicvideo's their....naked....not always, but most of them are, right? Let me know if Im wrong...<br />I think I might have lost a litle bit if what I could really be as a women, I got misled by all these images, and started to believe that that was truth. I started to live by the rules of these images, and somtimes still do. We all know how hard it is not to right?<br />The life of a "lady" is not as simple as we sometimes think it might be. We yearn for safety, comfort and love and we wanna be treaded like princesses, and find that one treu love just like that. Without to much effort, and lots of romance...<br /><br />Im reading a book called "SHE" written by Rebecca ST james, and Lynda Hunter Bjorklund. Its a very intence book, and teaches about the kind of WOMEN God wants us to be.<br />Honestly...I skip some pages, just because they are so confronting and it hurts. I dont like to be hurt...<br />Ill read them when I finish the rest I promise.<br /><br />Do you know what it takes to be the women God intended you to be? I sure like to give all the answers to you, but I dont have them either. I meen, the bible does show some exemples of really strong and cool women. Like Esther, and Sarah, or Mariah who gave birth to our Savior Jesus Christ. And what about Ruth, a women full of pain after her husband died and by the grace of God found new Love and saved her family.<br />Its hard in this world, in our day to day life to live up to be a women that God wants us to be. We wanna shine, we wanna be notesed, we need love and need to be cared for right? And some of us do the weirdest things to get that. We set a side our pride and shame somtimes to get attention from that special person, or we take on a job that is not what we expected it to be, but pays very very well, so you'll have all that money, but you're not happy.<br />Where does it stop? I always believed that that moment would be when you found that one treu love, because from that moment on you dont have to do it on your own anymore... I know better now.<br />So what does God want from you and me?<br />Its very hard to find the answer at least for me it is. One of my friends gave me a very simple advise though..<br />Just live life, and with every step you take, take it together with God. Make Him part of the dissisions you make and show him your doubts, your fear, just your life in general.<br />Sounds very simple ey? But do we really do that? I dont believe that the girls on MTV, while they're shaking their buds in front the camera's, or me when Im going out dancing and hook up with random guys, truly involve God in that moment. I rather have Him wait outside of the club and catch me when I walk out.<br />But its time to change that.<br />God loves us women. He created us.<br />Im gonna do this, every step I take, work, family, lovelife, going out, dancing, art,writing, singin' all the things in my life that I love to do, and I want to grow in, I have to share them with God. I want to grow with Him, not like before on my own, and on my terms.<br />What kind of women are we ment to be?SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-66789166111498207732008-11-24T07:45:00.000-08:002008-11-24T08:09:38.523-08:00Its been a while<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dV2cL6phv9DqF3C1PD_RXlnYNiiQ6Ibq77y_yEtHzxOpvvex5ZlUFJepN6NGew-AfU02OqaipuY5F7vkHCCyowOmlQoC8NXG9X5iWDKn4wO3kBEGWC9TGyX1B_cRjAYNdruw15sgAhw/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dV2cL6phv9DqF3C1PD_RXlnYNiiQ6Ibq77y_yEtHzxOpvvex5ZlUFJepN6NGew-AfU02OqaipuY5F7vkHCCyowOmlQoC8NXG9X5iWDKn4wO3kBEGWC9TGyX1B_cRjAYNdruw15sgAhw/s400/P1010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272256121774498338" border="0" /></a><br />Almost a month back in the netherlands, after another trip to San DIego California! It was amazing, met old and new friends and now Im working on the idea and plan of a art/music festival there with some other people.<br />Ive surfed my bud off in the pacific ocean and enyoind the sun, nature and all the times we went out on litle roadtrips, sleepovers, and movies! Thanks you to all my friends there!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6G3ivuwUygB0dypkrRGRI-HdoSh8Kf56-THBIUCOirSJKYCF9gFBhr4EteM_utWvaobFcZ6xvz3R3opgs_I-R2gNcrLqQR917hroYIJQKOhQHFRAhW4GQvTt08Z6ezc6ArUxAskRUqc/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6G3ivuwUygB0dypkrRGRI-HdoSh8Kf56-THBIUCOirSJKYCF9gFBhr4EteM_utWvaobFcZ6xvz3R3opgs_I-R2gNcrLqQR917hroYIJQKOhQHFRAhW4GQvTt08Z6ezc6ArUxAskRUqc/s400/P1010030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272256624645147426" border="0" /></a><br />I wonder sometimes why time goes so incredible fast and how I can stop it from going on for a day or two... Just to chill and think things over. Our lives seemed to be lived faster and faster, and sometimes we dont have time for the things that should be so importend to us. Life.<br /><br />From the day that I got back to Holland till today I feel like time is ticking to fast. A few things in these last weeks have happend that made me think more and more about life, the time I have here on this planet, God, meening of life, my timing, Gods timing and what not.<br />For exemple three weeks ago, I was working and getting the kids ready for school (not mine, the ones that I work with; the handicapt kids) and my phone rang at 7 in the morning. Not a normal time to recieve a phonecall. I picked up and my dad told in a few words and a sad voice that his brother,my uncle had past away the night before.<br />He was only 47, and leaves his wife (my aunt) and his three boys behind. Because I was still working and that needed my focus I hung up the phone with the words; What? Ill call you back when Im done in a few hours". After work I sayd down and cried for about an hour.<br />All I could think of is why...<br />My family is a very close family, my dad is one of the 9 children, and now one of them past away very sudden. I called my grandma, she cried unstoppable on the phone.<br />There we're several phonecalls that day with my mom, dad and sisters, and other family members.<br />It hurts realizing that during those confersation, I couldnt comfort anyone. The pain and the lost is not explainble and the tears are there, but the words are not.<br /><br />The funural was intence and long with about 300 people.<br /><br />I still cant believe that he is gone for good. My uncle was one of a kind, and I know he is missed every day.<br />Unexplainble.<br /><br />This last week I have been fighting Gods love. You know how that feels? If you know the storie of Jacob fighting God for real with his hands.....I kind a feld like Him. My life is far from perfect, I make mistakes all the time, not mistakes like eating out of my roomates cookiejar (eventhough I sometimes do that too...) but mistakes as in not realising what my words can do to someone, or not wanna listen to a good advise, dancing to long and ending up kissing a guy that I find out later has a girlfriend. Several mistakes..... Im not trying to be a holy person here ok?! I like to mess up sometimes and learn, just making that clear, but when the mistakes start to mark your life its not good.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have feld God tapping me on my shoulder and trying to get my attention, and I might have turned my face to see Him, but most of the time I would just keep walking. And not listen to His loving advice. Sometimes its doesnt feel like His love you know.<br /><br />For the people that are not christian...I think since we all have a commont cence, and we know what is wrong and right.... you get it right?!<br /><br />I want that peace back, I want God back in my life more than ever.SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-32955169146024927322008-08-21T10:48:00.000-07:002008-08-21T11:01:32.780-07:00A new start and more to come<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK6si659-QX3nJ5uwTI_jxD4Hcmo4mYOzqXaA7u6D-iDi71ufzrmaDx-nMTjxlHw6O54SUOv0TQT6qPofNsJO5cJlaAfGhqIQ1IbvDTPmdo4N18dLmx4DLvoHg1lGkmaUwIsOhp8gdCjc/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK6si659-QX3nJ5uwTI_jxD4Hcmo4mYOzqXaA7u6D-iDi71ufzrmaDx-nMTjxlHw6O54SUOv0TQT6qPofNsJO5cJlaAfGhqIQ1IbvDTPmdo4N18dLmx4DLvoHg1lGkmaUwIsOhp8gdCjc/s400/P1010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032212357142402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgzfeygwQ8rpM3NSPN5KnZ-aswYE0tPHdbYQlMaWniBGd2aFAfxjnvRDHowbNFLTIiA4uZ5yiGArVucuTBlRSBwsG7qxiprZlow9_tZFzr_da6_3GnKNZkK99A6GLaj_mXjEcN3s0pjg/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwgzfeygwQ8rpM3NSPN5KnZ-aswYE0tPHdbYQlMaWniBGd2aFAfxjnvRDHowbNFLTIiA4uZ5yiGArVucuTBlRSBwsG7qxiprZlow9_tZFzr_da6_3GnKNZkK99A6GLaj_mXjEcN3s0pjg/s400/P1010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032213256969170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpsINBia2TuhRemB2fieUCHD_86IOn1mhvlUQjqfnDshc-gLSgH-aTdTaLUhEASRMObACfspMFy33DEO0YV4Cbbt4ojzflnBXInXwpzSkibLGQyIx9peeGoW0CeP0FMqEeaBcwocIl4c/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpsINBia2TuhRemB2fieUCHD_86IOn1mhvlUQjqfnDshc-gLSgH-aTdTaLUhEASRMObACfspMFy33DEO0YV4Cbbt4ojzflnBXInXwpzSkibLGQyIx9peeGoW0CeP0FMqEeaBcwocIl4c/s400/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032228325305938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiD7-mmp5NM9P1rGX1Z54RZqKaK6xjGSO8DUQx-ox5klFaPClZaR1o6c9umRYx31pWLPf5Zea4vS6TeXa86OegICzc9YKvcGckyHRUIzICPyvlhFWkrM0ICJkQVxZoHY3PvgajU8G8SeQ/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiD7-mmp5NM9P1rGX1Z54RZqKaK6xjGSO8DUQx-ox5klFaPClZaR1o6c9umRYx31pWLPf5Zea4vS6TeXa86OegICzc9YKvcGckyHRUIzICPyvlhFWkrM0ICJkQVxZoHY3PvgajU8G8SeQ/s400/P1010012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032231450346594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2I8hPGSiWTUKKtN4YdTdiUBDZ_AGUKdRG5AEBDIhm_HUzaUW7Hf32-gyeoesua2lA0q6sqLt07HtrZn-1BH_g1kkaVNI9rsRgAVQZ-Prin5sy2OPbyXpiF6MRdgwB0HK8dHjq280-VgQ/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2I8hPGSiWTUKKtN4YdTdiUBDZ_AGUKdRG5AEBDIhm_HUzaUW7Hf32-gyeoesua2lA0q6sqLt07HtrZn-1BH_g1kkaVNI9rsRgAVQZ-Prin5sy2OPbyXpiF6MRdgwB0HK8dHjq280-VgQ/s400/P1010014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237032242827579202" border="0" /></a>(couldnt get these last pics straight...o well)<br /><br />I have mooved into my new house. Actually it's my friends house, and Im renting one of her rooms! Its almost finished. It looks very cool and we're having a blast together. Its nice to have someone around, but still have your privacy!<br /><br /><br />The other day she brought her cat, called "Aagje". A crazy and funny one.<br />So its a new start. A new place. I have a very nice room, and a very cozy livingroom!<br />We still need to put up some paintings and the kitchen (including the dishwasher..!!) need the finishing touch, but its amazing how much this place changed from what it looked like a couple of months ago!<br /><br />With my new house, my new job, and new adventures in San Diego to come, Im ready. Im refreshed, and exited! Life is good like this!<br />God provides all the things we need, not always the things that we think we need, but He sure knows like no other what we have to have! And with that....I see a whole new futere opening up. Surrender and giving my heart to the Lord is hard and I dont like it most of the time. Im a very stubbern girl, but God has teached me to soften my heart and Im not as restless as I use to be.<br />I believe that there is a place and time for everything. But on Gods timing those things grow to be at their best and most beautifull.<br />Its not MY life...Its not about what I want. God is the source of it all, everything starts with Him.<br />I am learning now to start my day by telling God and remembering my self that everything I recieve is from the Lord. That He knows what is best for me.<br /><br />Every action has its reaction, and Gods reaction is still the best!!!!SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-83730032641547483692008-07-23T08:08:00.001-07:002008-07-23T12:01:19.994-07:00Is there anything like a dog-heaven?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hyves.nl/index.php?l1=ut&l2=photo&l3=show&media_id=303597694&media_secret=0Y2v"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://hyves.nl/index.php?l1=ut&l2=photo&l3=show&media_id=303597694&media_secret=0Y2v" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hyves.nl/index.php?l1=ut&l2=photo&l3=show&media_id=303597694&media_secret=0Y2v"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://hyves.nl/index.php?l1=ut&l2=photo&l3=show&media_id=303597694&media_secret=0Y2v" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWxPmMbC9YaR61mpQUxMZWYIdp-4zuxgI-xtgyM54rLwihj21ePlKmbpSE6wKck4wYkA3OjYLrhXsXwaQIWTsGOSGoiNNF08T139BCTnOC5VZnE_n_hr9UHd1dThKlZDnVED6TwrJbPY/s1600-h/P1010026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTWxPmMbC9YaR61mpQUxMZWYIdp-4zuxgI-xtgyM54rLwihj21ePlKmbpSE6wKck4wYkA3OjYLrhXsXwaQIWTsGOSGoiNNF08T139BCTnOC5VZnE_n_hr9UHd1dThKlZDnVED6TwrJbPY/s320/P1010026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226231045748469506" border="0" /></a><br />Last night I went all the way up to Groningen to see my parents and one of my three younger sisters. Not really to visit them... The trainride there was way to long and my stumic felt realy realy weird the whole ride. I tried not to crie but I think some of the tears escaped and they wet my sunglasses.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEoAHTmsLjLI7BQGzhqCKJ2Ym21bLBNkBxN90r7JfZ6J4uXY2HXRrFXleYcmu12rGjAUe9MdcIal2GLesEc1WLXDU7itbXp3GG3e6LyTNlMvyB9vVxtill3aTGzXuhhl4qdxQbbaZz_0/s1600-h/303597694_6_0Y2v-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEoAHTmsLjLI7BQGzhqCKJ2Ym21bLBNkBxN90r7JfZ6J4uXY2HXRrFXleYcmu12rGjAUe9MdcIal2GLesEc1WLXDU7itbXp3GG3e6LyTNlMvyB9vVxtill3aTGzXuhhl4qdxQbbaZz_0/s320/303597694_6_0Y2v-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226286489985264626" border="0" /></a><br />Earlier that day my dad called, telling me that my dog, Saar, was to old and sick and she and they couldnt do anything else but put her to sleep.... Forever. She died last night, in the presence of my mom and dad and my sis. The two youngest couldnt make it.<br />It was horrible, and went so fast. For almost 12 years this dog was a big part (if not the biggest) of our family. And grew up with us (all the four girls). When I was younger I took her out for hours walking a long the dykes and she would always chase the horses there.<br />She was very very sensetive. When I had a bad they Saar would always put her head on my knee and lifted one leg up...very funny. And she could sing!!<br />But this last year wasnt a good one for here, our cat died, (those two were crazy about eachother, slept in the same place) and she got really nervous. When my family would leave the house she would barfkall day and she bit every single thing she could find... Poor dog.<br />She didnt like to be alone anymore, she got older and woke my parents up during the night with here noizes and barking!<br />So last night we decided it was enough, and she deserved her rest.<br />It was so hard to see her go. I cried, and I wasnt exepccting that it would hurt so much.<br />My parents found a place on a farm to bury her at a farm. Wich was a good place.<br /><br />I wander if there is anyting like a dog-heaven.....SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-60660516411997654052008-07-12T08:21:00.000-07:002008-07-12T08:57:39.132-07:00Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84zJYo5tYWyDd2ZRB7EIQyvvb6VM60qICcncrcXLyD9ZIu6tiYluTgpqbyz7AuS0MwuXCnsbOHP8jbqB5XEHvuKgsqRyOOx9AND-ApMvkw0-9V6aVXM3z6s6kkwwktsPKtaaif7sbt_Q/s1600-h/122786078_3_tRZ3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84zJYo5tYWyDd2ZRB7EIQyvvb6VM60qICcncrcXLyD9ZIu6tiYluTgpqbyz7AuS0MwuXCnsbOHP8jbqB5XEHvuKgsqRyOOx9AND-ApMvkw0-9V6aVXM3z6s6kkwwktsPKtaaif7sbt_Q/s320/122786078_3_tRZ3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222157054626119602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRF8I4-EWoBgrJK8eXh5Hpn4S8qC73NtsPxy6o0Nnt6wwVme_X1DNyUp7cPM64xnshfOgYztLMH1MoI34vJUjK9PRQhWGLFqdr8clBXRDS0xsuqcWEeoYzlhnvwmIjcJ3EzCkM5lcG9J8/s1600-h/122786076_3_mVKq.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBQJ8O8CTOA2tdFb0O9OHyRTBNlNYwi-UU2vq_a1oevMNwPQ44eHuBWyWHDiV3gEdUVc90IAPc9FzDm8Bb0EbKWMIRDENNrIWnKwvyTDChyfepeU2oDMC-IhVs7CEt-H5KPyueSV1cU8/s320/P1010034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222155440362308994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSgcwVk423ez1ETdVi7bZJbwDYrHkk12VjB-7iPJFqazgAx_-VbSGezd2Cx8fPIVLGzV06ZTjHLznTrJ1cdWG4NRKOPpfEqvgBj-c2jWHnP1CFhHtwGZqFXJ4q52qPs_C89-iG00Oe9Q/s1600-h/Photo+931.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSgcwVk423ez1ETdVi7bZJbwDYrHkk12VjB-7iPJFqazgAx_-VbSGezd2Cx8fPIVLGzV06ZTjHLznTrJ1cdWG4NRKOPpfEqvgBj-c2jWHnP1CFhHtwGZqFXJ4q52qPs_C89-iG00Oe9Q/s320/Photo+931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222152252614054642" border="0" /></a><br />I have many and they're all different! Some live close, others I have to find on the other side of the world! But I love them!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_TpdR1JIoGvnyef8REEWvrkFUoquoNidvlIb4jslWwiiUKpG6r31QafHR9cbnGdpXlZIpFDO91DdNnsEdy-NPzUcwPJxw2iFGxj740XaAMiKnl4iO4zHG5IkUwJwDtNbhHk5GRnrzlQ/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_TpdR1JIoGvnyef8REEWvrkFUoquoNidvlIb4jslWwiiUKpG6r31QafHR9cbnGdpXlZIpFDO91DdNnsEdy-NPzUcwPJxw2iFGxj740XaAMiKnl4iO4zHG5IkUwJwDtNbhHk5GRnrzlQ/s320/P1010015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222155032757023954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDciYOWNahyphenhyphenFjNXf1AYN5EKzWkHMWadGGZfYtQ7gmIrCT85Zd198KYuioPXu_tkGAEOAWYKlYAf1CHoFRjZMBT6C3BAOp-L6yDJteMW6Gqv0m0B6DCD-Jz7nEIeUht4GXEyIvNfOTKJRY/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDciYOWNahyphenhyphenFjNXf1AYN5EKzWkHMWadGGZfYtQ7gmIrCT85Zd198KYuioPXu_tkGAEOAWYKlYAf1CHoFRjZMBT6C3BAOp-L6yDJteMW6Gqv0m0B6DCD-Jz7nEIeUht4GXEyIvNfOTKJRY/s320/P1010013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154844387109186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkthU52E3oBLFOaqZ3mlM3iRAuj_6qArMM610PEk7CcPO1jYNooAHfDog2rhp_-syCWWY_eBrkGAlFV8oURZjyTiLxFOFZUpmruMAJWTpQSyjIznFO-67f5OLuR8pUC9-g2N7e6fYr_F4/s1600-h/P1010005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkthU52E3oBLFOaqZ3mlM3iRAuj_6qArMM610PEk7CcPO1jYNooAHfDog2rhp_-syCWWY_eBrkGAlFV8oURZjyTiLxFOFZUpmruMAJWTpQSyjIznFO-67f5OLuR8pUC9-g2N7e6fYr_F4/s320/P1010005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154380144674002" border="0" /></a><br />And some I <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtK6ltgHZX1eFYwy0qL4P26H4jzjNgNvQDLdFhsfzYm-4Ad50IsV8kqsf1sDhSXTFzUpV_2vHvVV0fU8jxQDKrEhaDXfYuenlchyphenhyphenoEspHrOWlIMb0UyWzmRYYSTJ5mhQOhM-khI-EF8o/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtK6ltgHZX1eFYwy0qL4P26H4jzjNgNvQDLdFhsfzYm-4Ad50IsV8kqsf1sDhSXTFzUpV_2vHvVV0fU8jxQDKrEhaDXfYuenlchyphenhyphenoEspHrOWlIMb0UyWzmRYYSTJ5mhQOhM-khI-EF8o/s320/P1010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154653202048018" border="0" /></a>see a lot, others I catch up with every year, month or sometimes even after 2 or 3 years. But its always good, and never weird, even though time has passed! (You who Im talking bout right NYorker?!)<br />I feel very blessed with all these people around me. With facebook, myspace, hyves, twitter, and all those other "stupid" network its so freaking esey to keep in contact, that we sometimes forget what its like to actually put an effort in friendship. Ive realized more and more how importend all my peeps are to me.<br />I have friends that I can call in the midle of the night and cry with for hours, or just crack up over the most silly things. Friends that will remind me sometimes who I am, and what should be importend in my life. I have friends that I can go out with and wont yell at me when I act crazy or funny.<br /><br />Yeah, I have to say, I prob have the most amazing friends ever...all over the world, and I keep making new ones! I love that part of life, meeting new people figgering out what they are all about. Sometimes I hit my head as we call that in dutchland, when you think you can trust someone or think someone is a friend. That only happend a few times, and it helps me realize who are my real friends! I am soooo blessed!<br />So you guys and you know who Im talking about! I LOVE YOU!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6LLikT0gvbfvRNAw-vOhSIINYsrqSmfWLxdCXw8_qBOqIzz1mSUCir9OJC0DgTNIR1n32NbgL0kr4dhnlp7UByyn64V7s2bO09pxT5uUO48dtN0cpAhD8TtycHY3e7WHq8o0r124nrOU/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6LLikT0gvbfvRNAw-vOhSIINYsrqSmfWLxdCXw8_qBOqIzz1mSUCir9OJC0DgTNIR1n32NbgL0kr4dhnlp7UByyn64V7s2bO09pxT5uUO48dtN0cpAhD8TtycHY3e7WHq8o0r124nrOU/s320/P1010001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222153940841665858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMZxivHu7sRv4cinKCtC7ucvgHuA3Jogg9XTOSrdaKHSodP7ElkAc1uRwFxsMzTxFgds5qdgIAsxSpR7etqJ8f6pYLksRwJIAnncetUzWOGMeu-bKCtwYMk8b7Zt4ti0Qt9O4zosjwOA/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMZxivHu7sRv4cinKCtC7ucvgHuA3Jogg9XTOSrdaKHSodP7ElkAc1uRwFxsMzTxFgds5qdgIAsxSpR7etqJ8f6pYLksRwJIAnncetUzWOGMeu-bKCtwYMk8b7Zt4ti0Qt9O4zosjwOA/s320/P1010017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222154482688492210" border="0" /></a>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-4518850149058931352008-06-10T12:53:00.001-07:002008-06-10T13:10:52.206-07:00Bellisimo Ollanda!!!<div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><div>The dutch ORANGE supporters on their way to the stadium, the swiss folks had no idea...!!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgss5HZWf2NpoMz0PLmzxeMXi1cbvhkEQvOCzkFRqkfLDvg0qrJVuHqBgqQ1o3OB1FfBVBWTLSG6uHPHffNlzHsTm_No5VNcVQG7m3E-fcKuHzQvLsjJbpn0Sb7ifmzhxUT2ehCzguuZEg/s1600-h/legioen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346329363509602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgss5HZWf2NpoMz0PLmzxeMXi1cbvhkEQvOCzkFRqkfLDvg0qrJVuHqBgqQ1o3OB1FfBVBWTLSG6uHPHffNlzHsTm_No5VNcVQG7m3E-fcKuHzQvLsjJbpn0Sb7ifmzhxUT2ehCzguuZEg/s320/legioen.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Its the day-after....and still almost every dutch person has a smile on their face!! </div><br /><br /><br /><div>No wonder, cuz we beated the hell out of Italy yesterday, the worldchampions, they lost....Italy got killed on the field, the we're flabbergasted when the first ball hit their goal, when the second goal was there they we're stunned and when the third one hit the net, you could see that the tears were coming!!! lol!!!!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Amsterdam turned orange again. </div><br /><div>At half time my friend and I decided to walk around a bit, in the citycenter, and it was such a cool admosphere!!! </div><br /><div>By that time it was 2-0, not knowing the dutch team was going to score one more...</div><br /><br /><div>So fun!</div><br /><br /><div>Here are some photo's of the dutchies and the orange-support as we call them! We not only dress the best, we sing the best, we behave the best and the city Bern in Switserland (thats were the game was at) looked orange, poor swiss!!!! :D</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>1-0<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJT8iEOZMBkf7K_SKirLzqFHBuHYhV7wQ4-bzAgRNhergCv-Zb7yUvIcfH7lie4D7rapkFgIU_fnjAENdsDUe3qP2RK3Bx-VsOOuOB8H8xevc3SLNYdYix5jdPEmL97IQiu_4rSxXx2I/s1600-h/1-0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210346441933642418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJT8iEOZMBkf7K_SKirLzqFHBuHYhV7wQ4-bzAgRNhergCv-Zb7yUvIcfH7lie4D7rapkFgIU_fnjAENdsDUe3qP2RK3Bx-VsOOuOB8H8xevc3SLNYdYix5jdPEmL97IQiu_4rSxXx2I/s320/1-0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2-0<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347116279826994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4f3Ad5KeElw8vq5mDflHONZmz0PywfuETYMrRBVHqOU4dPO2lV-6Y2-U2UdxSE7qDvfpEQU0lgzDeDXTINzGh5X1SX_cErBkLik3ZhDfLi9lBjLDqySxS-VNJL9zTKrqnKPssg10jysY/s320/3-0.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHfPoPEPq8bfR371c5WtVfGV68ZKH23wg_DjIOzVx8jDZFxCwLVwyQUuTbFXhrq0qHCKRJ80LbbDKZ-F5Bnsaozm9afsvWuSpQQUz-ZCdK-z76yoKWwrGFZe6bMkcmSaANXwHKm6YRRk/s1600-h/2-0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347000203874370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHfPoPEPq8bfR371c5WtVfGV68ZKH23wg_DjIOzVx8jDZFxCwLVwyQUuTbFXhrq0qHCKRJ80LbbDKZ-F5Bnsaozm9afsvWuSpQQUz-ZCdK-z76yoKWwrGFZe6bMkcmSaANXwHKm6YRRk/s320/2-0.jpg" border="0" /></a>3-0!!!!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyHsm6wCIh0lyOj2wyAo4xklLDCdKYBloh5QwU_8MVU4sDw_ouSdywlTXLmJ53bNB-PpGw6dxfwqgB0KTG3DKMK8wzfdt9vXQu4dwAlRtHxEMyQ2uoMpDBKMo3NdejPQQlnhpy97oyEc/s1600-h/verslagen+italiaan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210347659837022562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyHsm6wCIh0lyOj2wyAo4xklLDCdKYBloh5QwU_8MVU4sDw_ouSdywlTXLmJ53bNB-PpGw6dxfwqgB0KTG3DKMK8wzfdt9vXQu4dwAlRtHxEMyQ2uoMpDBKMo3NdejPQQlnhpy97oyEc/s320/verslagen+italiaan.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is how you look when you get your ass wooped!!!SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-26748270324142774612008-05-16T05:45:00.000-07:002008-05-16T06:20:08.426-07:00FREE CHAIRMASAGES!!!! (I have to practise...)<div>Last night I had my first class since a couple of years... But it wasnt anything like school.<br />Im doing a course that teaches you how to do a proper chair-masage!!!! Its so cool! Im learing all about the musles in our body's and how much pressure you can use on someones back... Its really cool.</div><br /><div>The only hard thing for me is that Im not that tall, you know, and my model was a dutch guy, almost 2 meters tall.... So I literly had to clime up on the chair and lean into him...so funny!!</div><br /><div>For 4 hours we worked all different kinds of tasks..</div><br /><div>First the back, than the shoulder and than the arms. Next week we'll learn how to work the neck and head. It's fun to practise...cuz the second half of the night I was suppose to be the model, and the guy who I modeld for has been doing relax-masages for the last three years so he was really good! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii97xsAIPFtnbIo1EhiWLGy_1ELbcc3AiVEocptPDSap2ZdEv9Uy5LKXGru6H-AN_Z_Utryr2Hz1kZwIcc1sduo2ai87wRFzU1HqDTGOEq7vy4UA1ONOJEx-ez7Fl_baG_tRFkAZuG_P8/s1600-h/stoelmas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200964139512207394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="229" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii97xsAIPFtnbIo1EhiWLGy_1ELbcc3AiVEocptPDSap2ZdEv9Uy5LKXGru6H-AN_Z_Utryr2Hz1kZwIcc1sduo2ai87wRFzU1HqDTGOEq7vy4UA1ONOJEx-ez7Fl_baG_tRFkAZuG_P8/s320/stoelmas.jpg" width="242" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I cant wait to go again next week. And when I make it till the end, and actually gratuade (hopefully in two months) I can buy my own "chair"go to the park/ beach or company's and offer my masage skills for a litle bit of money!! Great way to make some extra cash right?! For anyone who likes to be a model for me...let me know, I have to practise at home, and Im getting a chaire soon, so I can give you one for free!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-65728026307600764492008-05-10T13:34:00.000-07:002008-05-10T14:04:39.257-07:00The world and its heaven<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Without a doubt this week was one of the weirdest and unexpected of the last year I think. Most of the things that happen in your life you kind of expect or at least though about...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">But with my plans to go to San Diego rather sooner than later, I never thought things would become so clear to me as they did this week.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I have a great job working as a nanny right now, but its not what I want to do for the rest of my life. Because I needed extra cash and had plenty of free time next to this job I desided to look into a second job. One that would fit my skills.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I ended up aplieng with an organisation in my hometown and they invited me over to meet. Litle did I know what was gonna happen. I asked them if they had some holes to fill in their scedule, or maby some of their workers were sick and I could fill their place.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">As I walked into the building I hear loud kidsvoices. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Ive been working with handicapt kids and adult over the last 6 years, and love it! This was a daycare where the kids come during the day and have their own programme...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">The voices come closer and I see a litle guy sitting in a wheelchair looking at me. His eyes stared in to mine, curious. A loud overwhelming sound comes out of his mouth and he starts laughing. I smile..... walk up to him and reach out my hand. He grabs mine and starts riding his wheelchair...I have to run with him, strong as he is I cant let go, and so I run with him trough the hallway...crazy...but loving it.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">These kids are seriously amazing. They have so much joy and are so honest! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Finaly he lets me go, and I walk up to a lady, she leeds me into a room where I will have the meeting.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">After an hour I leave. My smile on my face has left and made place for a surprised open mouth... As I walk to my bike and cicle home I realize that I just got a fulltime job offered!!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">This would meen I have to end my current job, and will be making so much more money... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Ive had some financial differculties lately, this was the right timing, the right job....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Its just that I wanted to go to San Diego right now! Im so stubbern. God has been showing me several times to leave it up to Him. " My timing will be perfect..." I guess it is...cause my trip to San Diego will still be hapening, just a litle later, and I found out that around that time the tickets will be almost 300 euro's cheaper too... I guess this is it, this is how God takes over sometimes. Gives us oppertuntities and shows us that we dont even know what we can do! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">He is so faithfull!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">For the next few months everything is gonna chance...Ill moove into my new house with Alise, and start my new job soon hopefuly, I do need to quit my current job. That is gonna be hard... That litle guy has become the love of my life and I dont know how its going to be without him! But I know things will be ok. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">To let go of your own will and let Gods will take over....I still dont know how people do it. But I know I fight that part of my relationship with God. When I want something I have the habbit to want it really bad and forget that this life is not mine, that the truth will hit me, and that God willl in the end (becuz I do want t o) show us what is best for us. His ways can be such a surprise and on the other hand, its not always fireworks, most of the time we just need to deal with life the way it is. With its responsebility's and sorrows. but with God its just a litle different. Its kind a like builiding a house with someone you love mostly...building on a future and doing that with someone you trust. Someone you know that care's for you. That will put the right windows in the house, the best door, and the best furniture. Still you can choose in wich chair you want to sit, or weather you open or close the door. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">His love...knowing that when I walk away from Him, I only have to turn around and reach out my hand. No mather how far we walk away from Him, he will always be right behind us, to catch us when we fall or gently push us in the right directions! </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">All we have to do is let Him do that! </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Trust and Love, Hope and Forgiveness</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">The bible is full of Gods love for us, His promises and wisdom.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I find it very hard to live without Him. Him telling us (in the bible) that He loves us, He cares for us and even in this crappy world, He is with us. We are His children and He wants us to endup in the right place. There is no doubt that God is like a Father, one that never fails us.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Its hard to realize that He does love me, me completely. With all the mistakes I make.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">He loves you.......</span>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-33735529149915095032008-05-07T13:56:00.000-07:002008-05-07T14:23:39.004-07:00Its that time again...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyphkvl7OvvwrdvusL90DHyK3CffbH7IHC3uh-4j_JFYBz7WAuREL7Bj7bVBUum6ckjfjmonbFHFZXWS8tAsvfueWC4TaQR2Bcb8BLJQbXthw-iibwlPb6dyBbN78qq-wBcM13Or6Wfo/s1600-h/P1010096.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyphkvl7OvvwrdvusL90DHyK3CffbH7IHC3uh-4j_JFYBz7WAuREL7Bj7bVBUum6ckjfjmonbFHFZXWS8tAsvfueWC4TaQR2Bcb8BLJQbXthw-iibwlPb6dyBbN78qq-wBcM13Or6Wfo/s320/P1010096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197748029357286498" border="0" /></a><br />It's that time again, when summer hits holland, when the temprature goes above 20 degreece, ducth people go crazy... Everyone goes outside, city's are packed with people sitting on the sidewalk or riding their bikes....thousends of bikes....everywhere...<br />And the smiles on the faces, the kids outside...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW89dvuAr7R-NEybg0UyjJNpFt8MfsgSZccEb8uEili5nop6uFlAaehBbeuVVKQXCv7wvG9ew1aLzfLnXeGQWXqrT4hbw2ZIfpvqq48tHNhi4ENvv72KZqOl8xXhni9YYDqtfFolliN6M/s1600-h/P1010019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW89dvuAr7R-NEybg0UyjJNpFt8MfsgSZccEb8uEili5nop6uFlAaehBbeuVVKQXCv7wvG9ew1aLzfLnXeGQWXqrT4hbw2ZIfpvqq48tHNhi4ENvv72KZqOl8xXhni9YYDqtfFolliN6M/s320/P1010019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197746543298602066" border="0" /></a>Yeah, we know how to celabrate the summertime. After the last months with lots of rain and the dark days, we dutchies are ready to get out and get some sunshine on our pale faces!<br />Its that time again, you call your friends and gather in the vondelpark in Amsterdam, or ride your bike to the beach and enyoi th northsea, and a good glass of rose....yummm!<br />When your legs and bud are sore from biking, your mouth dry from the air, and the moment you hit the shower you realize that you got sunburned really bad...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA17jdq28YYMCvKk5z09ur13Ee5xEZQCF7Wuk5FzR9YzfnIEfy1UZU0bae5babQvti524Ins3IkrcQZ1LFckBxuqcoqR84Hy3Dba9rGVPi9vqyAUtP3OBP_8XDDNY-HbJ7KaxqNmbj1W4/s1600-h/P1010080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA17jdq28YYMCvKk5z09ur13Ee5xEZQCF7Wuk5FzR9YzfnIEfy1UZU0bae5babQvti524Ins3IkrcQZ1LFckBxuqcoqR84Hy3Dba9rGVPi9vqyAUtP3OBP_8XDDNY-HbJ7KaxqNmbj1W4/s320/P1010080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197748557638263938" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vK9EV4_qMe2s4lbti9x-gr7rDbIAsFXlWl2YX9SxmXsqQKajlXpSBmEATMnK8jdJgB-9MjxoNQR7rpUX0uPh6e7O5LcKMJa9aReRV8qa00go1j6nNSGG_H-c4XKER968Qdc-XdjXSBc/s1600-h/P1010081.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8vK9EV4_qMe2s4lbti9x-gr7rDbIAsFXlWl2YX9SxmXsqQKajlXpSBmEATMnK8jdJgB-9MjxoNQR7rpUX0uPh6e7O5LcKMJa9aReRV8qa00go1j6nNSGG_H-c4XKER968Qdc-XdjXSBc/s320/P1010081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197748188271076466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, we dutch people love our short and most of the time its rainy, summer!<br />But for the last week we had awesome sunshine, and I got the chance to go to the beach, to enyoi my friends company, chill at one of the best musicfestivals of holland, fix my new place so I will soon be living there, and have romantic moments with cute guys...<br />O yes, this summer will be good, this summer will be different from all the others...<br />As I finsih drinking my glass of rose in the garden in the late eveningsun I realize, that the best is yet to come!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvPUYu1hHQGPUs1KaMpFJR_9GTVl2dYEVkzJ2_lq3tsUDMJ8YiGJhdFFijnCCnus6MVCo-ibUjLQyLa-30ulLY0WiOaqEILcPOpXAP8miEAVdyDZ-Zy_CHIbLTIwaXGm7oVmtz-AUPaI/s1600-h/P1010110.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvPUYu1hHQGPUs1KaMpFJR_9GTVl2dYEVkzJ2_lq3tsUDMJ8YiGJhdFFijnCCnus6MVCo-ibUjLQyLa-30ulLY0WiOaqEILcPOpXAP8miEAVdyDZ-Zy_CHIbLTIwaXGm7oVmtz-AUPaI/s320/P1010110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197749304962573458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />BRING IT ON!!!!!<br />HAPPY SUMMERRRRR!!!!!SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-67045193771193222412008-04-13T02:54:00.000-07:002008-04-13T05:36:47.480-07:00quietIt is You<br />so holy<br />It is you<br />and you know me<br /><br /><br />With my hands open I wait...<br />for answers, for clear guidens...<br />but your mystery only shows me<br />that You care<br />that you wont let me go<br /><br />With my eyse wide open,<br />I stare into the daylight<br />and wait untill you will show Yourself<br />I hear nothing<br />Its silent its quiet<br /><br />On my knees I am<br />waiting for You to speak to me<br />for I am your child<br />On my knees I am<br />not knowing your will<br />confused by Your power<br />On my knees I am<br />Your hands resting upon me<br />Blessing the ways that I go<br />On my knees I am<br />unfoulding my fingers<br />I come undone<br />On my knees I am<br />On my knees.....<br /><br />Humble you came and showed what realy love was<br />Humble you came and you told us the truth<br />Humble you came and your right was with us<br />Humble you came but it's never enough<br /><br />Lord teach me to lay down my rights<br />teach me to sit still by your side<br />teach me to let go<br />to forgive and recieve<br /><br />Thank you for You<br />thank you for this<br /><br />I open the door and walk out in the daylight<br />knowing you're with me, beyond understanding<br />laying my life down and believe that you Love me!SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-3281417061829060272008-04-08T13:04:00.000-07:002008-04-08T13:18:05.297-07:00Under construction...<div>thats what "my place" is right now...or actually my friend Alise's place... We're about to go insaine over all the work that we still have to do... But my friends...when its finisched....you will not believe your eyes... You will close them...and open them again...and when you actually see what we and an amazing dad, some cool friends and one guy that we arnt really sure of what he did... you will be thrilled!!! </div><div><div><div><div>So will we...</div><div>But I tell you, its hard to keep up a good additude when your homeles. and you so badly want to moove into that sweet litle very old house accrosse from one of the most beautiful dutch churches...</div><div>Yes. it will be good!</div><br /><div>Check it out! : My old place, getting packed and moving my stuff...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186969569435197138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0S-zsWPkPj5-9nT5YXMnfwF4cmwJYwUZP8Lk4DVE02bIuwoE4Rxpr0seO1_sdXRXR-O4gWuJi5A5QB2ORN2OSW1qUiNq8DQNQ_Ldw0mH_tQj_peWBv4TkgMfU0VdXi_5BkKVE3zjWZCQ/s320/oude+kamer+pakken.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Alise getting her wall done....<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186969264492519106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfEEgDYefrB_f9HJJSO_t0FMBfYjZs3edWpfS-a9BybanEhlC-4kez6uBhzsg1z8thTRK4Yq4ayS2k7zFAQ7sqHWPHpjYn1tAw1SiHCqNC6GOKobvtQI-AHl5KkgOk24Tx_760oZdrSs/s320/Alise+stuukt.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186969861492973282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0y2ysxf2sC-t5IppLuUs1mh4hfdcZP7r0Lv1Sz1jKHe-bFGmcKRRB298hDvX_I5yoQaJ7OYWB_CmKS_G_KtjdJ3W0MU7a52VbA5kt8VEWZhsof_ksSYxk06RBsvaZ9nJge-fnBBXolm4/s320/stuuken+een+end+weg.jpg" border="0" />This wall looks awesome now!!!</div><div> </div><div>And this poor thing has been dead for a long, long time... Herman found him behind two walls... the mummie retuns!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186970102011141874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscM0wR6OHNc6IlmowEWaWMkQ6-AMz-LKONUBdFYEPoB9h4VeVrzYV2ziCt22uu3ZFLS46GjORg1ypLe6qjdKoA8nss0W_NxEW4-zPDPuhhprQxpwCBRvISHeNd2M4j_ioXVDHa8Ez8e8/s320/the+dead+mouse....jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><br /><p>See here our fireplace....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186970411248787202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghw-pH9XTqw2MSvy2PkqFRxnprMjyx7anqxE7z6AXyCyMYVvckWw8QvDAHNmLEti-EvVxZ2kIYq3uKUpZlxndav3sa5kwikmYQnuQkd_l9VeqgsgMd_VH7pNyxQ1yH3O_QEsjB7b07o-g/s320/our+fire+place.jpg" border="0" />a litle surprise after the wall came down! This is my new home! :<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186970664651857682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4NF-8p8Dn-lw9Kzp4wJWHhNFAksOdW9UOfIYOwchNQpY7vLUkLobNzLPo1UIhxfSa9yXNzLAjrj8wTShb12ffcYaJLn-XiNo8js-kRUl_DJPZPegq8L7TA0uub7RCOon-0cvD-U3ezc/s320/home!!!.jpg" border="0" /></p><br />And this is our vieuw!!!! Beautiful!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186970875105255202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrAtKZGq65F1FRlHREou-h9ZSeJOBaQWl92KDQmX56SeJXGq_as2mW-5dvvNZuHU78Ip01gGL8DVap8x_MfnxQHg-TBJwTMWGdiRhkY57CqSJd_DZj3N0n8lj9y0wbBLYJX8sla0cC-0/s320/the+vieuw.jpg" border="0" />SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-4170145275804468562008-03-23T11:56:00.000-07:002008-04-08T13:04:01.726-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNg5s0W7ncBq-HYilAC7cnyUQnEcyQuFXLeegroo9EJSaUFk-kqr4s6FaF0z4ON2axdFvJzQVuTRzYOa4S7Mv-EVWNX4AlWHM-CbTpio9ZwWBO0qE2vDH92rOtg0S_Hc_GfiWkm0NUx7o/s1600-h/new+hair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186967714009325234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNg5s0W7ncBq-HYilAC7cnyUQnEcyQuFXLeegroo9EJSaUFk-kqr4s6FaF0z4ON2axdFvJzQVuTRzYOa4S7Mv-EVWNX4AlWHM-CbTpio9ZwWBO0qE2vDH92rOtg0S_Hc_GfiWkm0NUx7o/s400/new+hair.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yesterday was memorable....<br />I went to a dutch "art-barber" called; "kinky-kappers" to see if they could take my dreads of...<br />And they did...I have short hair...and my curls are coming back....its really weird, but Im very glad that I went.<br />The girls that did my hair, they needed more than one person.., becuz it was very hard to get my dreads out worked on my hair for 3 hours!!!<br />First they cut them of, and left about 5 centimeters dread on my head...I looked like clown...than they put conditioner in my hair....a whole botle and startet to lubricate my hair...<br />Than the worst part.....three girls started to get all my dreads out wit a comb...and that hurted!!!! Everyone that was in the shop came by to take a look, apparently it was a very interesting process...<br />All it was doing to me.....I was in pain....for almost 3 hours...<br />I was very happy to see how much hair I had left on my head...and finaly one of the girls cut it...and it looks awesome...I think! Im happy!<br />Back to short hair....but I love it!<br />Pictures soon.....</div>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-74187521736839557172008-03-22T04:58:00.001-07:002008-03-22T05:24:03.256-07:00Screw the BUNNY.....As Jesus kneels down in the garden of Getsemane, and His deciples/friends/brothers wait for him at the foot of the hill, he closed His eyes and asked God to stop all that was His plan in the first place. Jezus was scared and nervous, He knew what was going to happen, and also knew that it was something that had to be done! This is what the bible says;<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03iCC824cY1mkiah11-sl78aMoAiw7XAgSApMS3Vn3N4lShjHg4nlszH7QG6VR5iGhxY5hhdH8BMeIgwg3Wuw8Nw4KLx4v_mxKftcNj1aALTwZcT2lM-zz5vmNmehFDdkKHciCdfXNWk/s1600-h/ELSE+JEZUS+IN+GEBED.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03iCC824cY1mkiah11-sl78aMoAiw7XAgSApMS3Vn3N4lShjHg4nlszH7QG6VR5iGhxY5hhdH8BMeIgwg3Wuw8Nw4KLx4v_mxKftcNj1aALTwZcT2lM-zz5vmNmehFDdkKHciCdfXNWk/s400/ELSE+JEZUS+IN+GEBED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180538792212307586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jesus went with his disciples to a place called Gethsemane. When they got there, he told them, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” <div class="p"> <span class="v">37 </span>Jesus took along Peter and the two brothers, James and John. <a title="Note (click here to open/close)" href="javascript:note('ly000012','img000012');"><img name="img000012" src="http://www.biblija.net/images/opomba.gif" align="top" border="0" /></a> <div id="ly000012" class="opomba-layer">z <span class="fr"><a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&set=3&l=en&pos=1&qall=0&idq=0&idp0=33&m=%4D%74+26.37');">26.37</a> <span class="fq">the two brothers, James and John: <span class="ft">The Greek text has “the two sons of Zebedee” (see <a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&set=3&l=en&pos=1&qall=0&idq=0&idp0=33&m=%4D%74+27.56');">27.56</a>).</span></span></span></div> He was very sad and troubled, <span class="v">38 </span>and he said to them, “I am so sad that I feel as if I am dying. Stay here and keep awake with me.” </div><div class="p"> <span class="v">39 </span>Jesus walked on a little way. Then he knelt with his face to the ground and prayed, “My Father, if it is possible, don't make me suffer by having me drink from this cup. <a title="Note (click here to open/close)" href="javascript:note('ly000013','img000013');"><img name="img000013" src="http://www.biblija.net/images/opomba.gif" align="top" border="0" /></a> <div id="ly000013" class="opomba-layer">a <span class="fr"><a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&set=3&l=en&pos=1&qall=0&idq=0&idp0=33&m=%4D%74+26.39');">26.39</a> <span class="fq">having me drink from this cup: <span class="ft">In the Scriptures “to drink from a cup” sometimes means to suffer (see the note at <a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&set=3&l=en&pos=1&qall=0&idq=0&idp0=33&m=%4D%74+20.22');">20.22</a>).</span></span></span></div> But do what you want, and not what I want.” </div><div class="p"> <span class="v">40 </span>He came back and found his disciples sleeping. So he said to Peter, “Can't any of you stay awake with me for just one hour? <span class="v">41 </span>Stay awake and pray that you won't be tested. You want to do what is right, but you are weak.” </div><div class="p"> <span class="v">42 </span>Again Jesus went to pray and said, “My Father, if there is no other way, and I must suffer, I will still do what you want.” </div><div class="p"> <span class="v">43 </span>Jesus came back and found them sleeping again. They simply could not keep their eyes open. <span class="v">44 </span>He left them and prayed the same prayer once more. </div><div class="p"> <span class="v">45 </span>Finally, Jesus returned to his disciples and said, “Are you still sleeping and resting? <a title="Note (click here to open/close)" href="javascript:note('ly000014','img000014');"><img name="img000014" src="http://www.biblija.net/images/opomba.gif" align="top" border="0" /></a> <div id="ly000014" class="opomba-layer">b <span class="fr"><a href="javascript:openref('/biblija.cgi?Bible=Bible&set=3&l=en&pos=1&qall=0&idq=0&idp0=33&m=%4D%74+26.45');">26.45</a> <span class="fq">Are you still sleeping and resting?: <span class="ft">Or “You may as well keep on sleeping and resting.”</span></span></span></div> The time has come for the Son of Man to be handed over to sinners. <span class="v">46 </span>Get up! Let's go. The one who will betray me is already here.”<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwq-cg6xfH5C1f8DID-6atVx7UARoijmrsedQnYfpr34EtlAUVWmRAWpxvQVZX9pK-8Jt_v180TEO4YCeNHcRmgHOaBOhkWutZUFipnezEQveX5LYfML8nd5935jLBBCP0-rHCd6rOWjQ/s1600-h/ELSE+JEZUS+VERHOORD.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwq-cg6xfH5C1f8DID-6atVx7UARoijmrsedQnYfpr34EtlAUVWmRAWpxvQVZX9pK-8Jt_v180TEO4YCeNHcRmgHOaBOhkWutZUFipnezEQveX5LYfML8nd5935jLBBCP0-rHCd6rOWjQ/s400/ELSE+JEZUS+VERHOORD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180538955421064850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">He knew that it was Gods plan.<br /><br />I cant emigane how terified Jezus most have been, knowing what was going to happen. But He loved/loves </span><span style="font-family:arial;">you and me, and gave His life for us.<br /><br />Its easter, and its not about the easterbunny or painting eggs....<br /><br />The real meening of easter is one that goes way back, and is THE FOUNDATION of my faith in God.<br />Because of that moment, those days, when Jezus was cruisified and risen from the death again, I can know live with God, have this amazing and loving relationship with Him.<br />I think if you and I would take a litle more time to spend with God, we would come to understand more and more His treu and</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BYqywva3e-U5Xvv_BmNHGWDFbCXQUhMWMDQubzqpEsXBxC66RcRzty5Ia2AMTxKsaAgiKW1MoVjEdKqQDL4wLI9khZnFdjO5h6czYxI32ou4p2tes7oCD6K_gCE3xRfdAHtqzF5S1Dc/s1600-h/ELSE+JEZUS+GEKRUISIGD.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BYqywva3e-U5Xvv_BmNHGWDFbCXQUhMWMDQubzqpEsXBxC66RcRzty5Ia2AMTxKsaAgiKW1MoVjEdKqQDL4wLI9khZnFdjO5h6czYxI32ou4p2tes7oCD6K_gCE3xRfdAHtqzF5S1Dc/s400/ELSE+JEZUS+GEKRUISIGD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180539367737925282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> deep love for us. A love that is beyond the love we are looking for here on earth. His love is even better than what we feel when we like someone, or when we get married.<br />Gods love is tru love, and tru love is real, tru love makes us long for more!<br /><br />Jesus made a promise before He died... He told His deciples He would raise from the death, and meet them again, a life....<br />And He did, before he went to heaven to sit at Gods right hand he showed up and showed the wholes in bouth His hands, becuz even He told them before, they wouldnt believe it was Him.<br /><br />Easter is about; giving up, sacrafising, new life, a new begin, and hope.<br />Screw the bunny.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jesus is A LIFE!!<br /></span></div>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-15944695933270215842008-03-18T00:34:00.000-07:002008-03-18T00:54:13.869-07:00What does a bday meen....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCvoUIti-RUBE65Wxau7qLMj-RxaLom0sQPPc6_DoVv1QwdAjGM43RrQTVS1tddWDucWPeW3As8Dr9r3xsQK_IbJc4B-yZ7VoHyjKTe-QoIXIgvSbGakBN8hC_t1IO0PyJjmMIami3vo/s1600-h/else.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178986834984383362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCvoUIti-RUBE65Wxau7qLMj-RxaLom0sQPPc6_DoVv1QwdAjGM43RrQTVS1tddWDucWPeW3As8Dr9r3xsQK_IbJc4B-yZ7VoHyjKTe-QoIXIgvSbGakBN8hC_t1IO0PyJjmMIami3vo/s400/else.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Do you ever thing back when you turn a year older? Thoughts like; "I cant believe this year went by so fast", or "I wish I did this and that different", or maby even, "if I could do this year over Ill do it different??"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>These kind of questions have been running trough my mind lately. In two days Ill be turing 25, and I must admit that that age sounds freaking old. Ill get use to it...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My 24th year living has been a crazy one. </div><br /><div>Totaly not what I expected it to be! </div><br /><div>Almost everything that happend was one big surprise, some were very nice and others were absolutly not. </div><br /><div>I think this last year has been one of the years Ive grown so much and at the same time have been falling flat on my face about a thousend times!</div><br /><div>I went to another country...the other side of the world, somthing I had never done before, and honestly I never though I would. But since I know what its like, I cant wait to go again...</div><br /><div>San Diego has become one of my favorite places!</div><br /><div>I learned to surf, to skateboard...I kissed guys from all over the world, brazille, ozzy's, kiwi's americans... Never thought that would happen... no regrets either! ( not all in one week...ofcourse...lol)</div><br /><div>I fell in love madly, gave it all, and had to loose it again....lets just hope I learned from that...never again!</div><br /><div>I got great jobs, quit one of them resently and started another one that I never thought I'd like so much! </div><br /><div>And last but not least, Im mooving out of the appartment that Ive been in for the last 5 years and Im mooving in with one of my best friends...another change...a good one! </div><br /><div>In less than two weeks now.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yeah, overall its been a good year....litle bit of a rollercoaster...but that fits me.</div><br /><div>I just hope that my 25th year will be a litle different, no more heartacke than I can handle, and more travels!!</div><br /><div>The adrenaline I've had rushing trough my vains for the last 3 months have been great. Knowing Ill be back in SD in july is such a blessing, and the creative ideas just dont stop coming. I wander what is in store for me...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So here I go....Im turning 25....</div><br /><div>And have all the freedom of the world...God has been faithfull even when I turned my back on Him, He never stopped showing me His love and grace. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Im loving it!!!</div><br /><div>(no not mcdonalds!)</div><br /><div></div>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-19991869269227042952008-03-02T12:23:00.000-08:002008-03-02T13:19:03.373-08:00An amazing story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKxEUai6_pWE8dcm1suTtzv1IsWIVBygWbDB5NVOaS_HMBRZngf3qe8u5dMjUSAjQDOBlwlU3q7v9T9jz_HpwBQnBlUHV479OvmBTAxrHsZGNxqL4X8TsoJLCG-xtdXYvdzjsMxJWVr4/s1600-h/AD-WTLB02~Words-to-Live-by-Faith-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173256633766616370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 483px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="483" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKxEUai6_pWE8dcm1suTtzv1IsWIVBygWbDB5NVOaS_HMBRZngf3qe8u5dMjUSAjQDOBlwlU3q7v9T9jz_HpwBQnBlUHV479OvmBTAxrHsZGNxqL4X8TsoJLCG-xtdXYvdzjsMxJWVr4/s400/AD-WTLB02~Words-to-Live-by-Faith-Posters.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"><br /><br /><br /><tbody><br /><br /><br /><tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"><br /><br /><br /><td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"><p>This morning I went to church...<br />For me not a comment thing to do, cuz I use to go to the eveningservices, but I wanted to check out this church in Amsterdam, and they dont do eveningservices....so I had to get up earlier and skate my way trough Amsterdam.<br /><br />I wanted to share this story with you, the speaker told us, when he tried to explain gods justice and righteousnesse to us. Its a differcult topic.<br />T<br />he theme of the service was "God as a judge".<br />This is a treu story.......<br /><br />A few years a go, in China, there were to brothers. One of them, the youngest, had a wild life and was drunk a lot. He went out every night, didnt have a job, stole money from people, and hung out in the streets....bad guy, you get the idea!<br />One night he got into a fight and killed the guy that he was fighting. He stabbed the man with a knife. Kicked him in the face and he went back home.<br />Still drunk he did realize what he just did, and when he took a look at his white tshirt he realized it was soked with blood, from the guy he just killed......<br />Than he heard the policesirence coming closer and closer... He took his tshirt of and hid it under the couch, slipped trough the back door and left...<br />His older brother who was sleeping in another room heard his younger brother stumble, and crieing in the livingroom, fallowed by the slamming backdoor.<br />He went in to the livingroom, and notesed the bloody tshirt hidden under the couch.<br />He heard the policesirence, now infront of their house.<br />It only took him a second to realize what happend...<br /><br />He reached down to pick up his younger brothers tshirt and dressed him self in it. The smell was terrible.<br />As the police came in he lifted his hands above his head, and told the police he killed the guy, and that he was the man that they were looking for.<br /><br />The older brother happend to be a christian, and took the guild that his younger brother should have had. The older brother got the deathpanelty and died for something he didnt do. But he saved his younger brother from guild.<br /><br />After a few years the younger brother got some comment sence and became a christian. He realized what his older brother did for him, but feld so guilty. He could nt bare it and went to the police, after he shared the story with them, and they looked it up in the system, cuz it happend years before, they didnt know what to do.<br />"I killed this men", the younger brother told them, "You should punish me"...my older brother was innocent.<br />But the police told him to leave;"there has been a crime and someone allready has been punished for that. We cant punish you anymore. Its done. Its a done case....<br />The younger brother was a FREE MAN. His brother took his punishment for him, so he could live a free life!!!<br /><br />Do you see the simularities??<br />That is what jesus did for us.<br />Its not an easy thing to accept, to be honest, I think I keep fighting the idea that someone else loves me somuch that he wants to be with me no mather what, and to make that happen, he lets his only son carry my sins and die for me. Who the hack would do such a thing. Its not logic is it??<br />I realised this morning that there is only one way to deal with this truth...by just excepting it.<br /><br />Something else that really hit me was the different way of looking at jesus this morning. The speaker challenged us to see Jesus as a GUILTY man when he hung at the cross. He was far, far away from God. Thats what sin does to us....<br />The speaker sayd; when God looked down upon his only Son, he saw a sinfull man, and he was, cus He (Jesus) carried all our sins at the cross!<br />Good thing He raise from the death.<br />Our since are allready punished...by Jesus....God doesnt punish you again.....<br /><br />This doesnt meen ofcouse when you kill someone, its ok....and you can just walk away from it.....<br />there are consequences when you do sertent things here on earth.<br /><br />So I guess you can live your life, thinking, "my since are paid for so why would I care....I dont, Ill just live my life and see what happens when I die...whatever...."<br />Or you can accept, wich I think is way harder, that Jesus ones did die and took our sinse with Him..........by His blood we are clean......so we can live a pure life with God.<br /><br />Wich one will it be?<br /><br /></p></td></tr><br /><br /><br /><tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"><br /><br /><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"><br /><br /><br /><div id="hotbar_promo"></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdJDZDjCnaus9FOkaOd7NlXxyJJADCXb_lFfa4UNXPSu8K0VdaeoiFd_nIpNhUM8L44e3aPEZcYp7TN97_EJpP30AfvEBiuQG9KUUbMLWkvRvW37qix84hz8JfF5i-GCe265mnLAyVHk/s1600-h/jezus+aan+het+kruis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173253541390163234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdJDZDjCnaus9FOkaOd7NlXxyJJADCXb_lFfa4UNXPSu8K0VdaeoiFd_nIpNhUM8L44e3aPEZcYp7TN97_EJpP30AfvEBiuQG9KUUbMLWkvRvW37qix84hz8JfF5i-GCe265mnLAyVHk/s400/jezus+aan+het+kruis.jpg" border="0" /></a>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-17474697423418766802008-02-17T23:25:00.000-08:002008-02-17T23:47:10.130-08:00AN ODE TO THE BEST SINGER SONGWRITER EVER!!! david....simply david!<div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Emagine your love for some one is so big that all you wanna do is talk about him or her... You just cant help it....</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Its a great and crazy feeling, and when Im in love I always write songs and poems...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">But there is one guy...and Im not in love with him, but I do love His songs, that has it all.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Let me introduce you to David! If he would be still alive He would be a very very old men. He lived more than 2000 years a go in the hills of Israel, where he was a shepperd. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">His story and his amazing songs are written down in the bible. Not only is his story just very awesome and even exiting to read, his songs are very deep.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">He is a treu poet!<br />David went trough a lot of sh*t, he cheated, he killed, he was in danger of being murdered by the king, etc. Just read in the bible, even if you dont believe that there is a God, his story is cool enough just as it is!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">David had an intence relationship with God... He trusted despide all the shit he did and happend to him.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">He wrote his feelings down. They're called the psalms, and still millions of people read them and sing them. So this guy did it, if he would be alive now he would def got a golden record....I think more than one! He would be a rockstar, a big one!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">David. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">A simple man that wrote amazing lirics, that still, describe a lot of our emotions to day. Some are like prayers others like lovesongs. Some are very depressing, others are beautiful and ment to praise God. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">check this one out:</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Its Psalm 139, you might have heard of it before....<br />(A psalm by David for the music leader.)<br />The Lord Is Always Near<br /><br /><br />You have looked deep<br />into my heart, Lord,<br />and you know all about me.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">You know when I am resting<br />or when I am working,<br />and from heaven<br />you discover my thoughts. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">You notice everything I do<br />and everywhere I go.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Before I even speak a word,<br />you know what I will say,<br />and with your powerful arm<br />you protect me<br />from every side.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">I can't understand all of this!<br />Such wonderful knowledge<br />is far above me.<br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCItRnPUSrS8uBGfyyBW0mAtK_6SA7Nn-zY4Cg8OwtDhmlQHdD-3hsh8nRu3R1Tfj7VVpO81k2dZp1uB9_3grMCnmFAT6TMgbsnKjI1IAJwf9HepIc1Z8Ax6j70WPvAY30_qvUUn9opNc/s1600-h/Afbeelding+042.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168222905784659874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 468px" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCItRnPUSrS8uBGfyyBW0mAtK_6SA7Nn-zY4Cg8OwtDhmlQHdD-3hsh8nRu3R1Tfj7VVpO81k2dZp1uB9_3grMCnmFAT6TMgbsnKjI1IAJwf9HepIc1Z8Ax6j70WPvAY30_qvUUn9opNc/s400/Afbeelding+042.jpg" width="389" border="0" /></span></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Where could I go to escape<br />from your Spirit<br />or from your sight?<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">If I were to climb up<br />to the highest heavens,<br />you would be there.<br />If I were to dig down<br />to the world of the dead<br />you would also be there.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Suppose I had wings<br />like the dawning day<br />and flew across the ocean.<br />Even then your powerful arm<br />would guide and protect me.<br />Or suppose I said, “I'll hide<br />in the dark<br />until night comes<br />to cover me over.”<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">But you see in the dark<br />because daylight and dark<br />are all the same to you.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">You are the one<br />who put me together<br />inside my mother's body, </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">and I praise you<br />because of<br />the wonderful way<br />you created me.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Everything you do is marvelous!<br />Of this I have no doubt.<br />Nothing about me<br />is hidden from you!<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">I was secretly woven together<br />deep in the earth below,<br />but with your own eyes<br />you saw<br />my body being formed.<br />Even before I was born,<br />you had written in your book<br />everything I would do.<br /></span><a title="Cross-reference (click here to open/close)" href="javascript:xref("></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Your thoughts are far beyond<br />my understanding,<br />much more than I<br />could ever imagine.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">I try to count your thoughts,<br />but they outnumber the grains<br />of sand on the beach.<br />And when I awake,<br />I will find you nearby.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">How I wish that you would kill<br />all cruel and heartless people<br />and protect me from them!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">They are always rebelling<br />and speaking evil of you. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">You know I hate anyone<br />who hates you, Lord,<br />and refuses to obey. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">They are my enemies too,<br />and I truly hate them.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Look deep into my heart, God,<br />and find out everything<br />I am thinking.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Don't let me follow evil ways,<br />but lead me in the way<br />that time has proven true. </span></div>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-64296967399442387092008-02-15T05:34:00.000-08:002008-02-15T05:51:42.177-08:00You're all I want, You're all I need, You're Everything!<div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You should all take a look at this video.</div><br /><div>It opened my eyes....again...... Its sad how many time God has to show us how much He loves us and cares for our lives!! At the same time it's amazing, and unbelieveble, that God cares so much for you and me!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As the lirics in the song sound; How can I stand here with You, and not be mooved by You....! Every moment I choose to be with Him I get mooved by His love and His mercy. </div><br /><div>In my short life (yes I am almost 25 but that doesnt meen I am OLD! ;) ) I have messed up so many times, I broke prommises and friendships, I have struggeled with things that no one knows about. </div><br /><div>Just like you...Im guessing...since we're all human.... </div><br /><div>And still Gods love runs trough my vains...again... And again He tells me His love for me is unconditional and tru. </div><br /><div>And so much more than I could ever emagine.</div><br /><div>He is not a God that tells us to leave as soon as we mess up, but every time we do, He comes closer to us and tells us to trie again this time with Him....</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167204057937670034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLtpiNmPlGWNV1M93K2Drhd482Bg-HdRNamVpSFPR51yxPNIqqYfGgilQb6ZFLSoqPzLW4wi2uodsDA3K4yKbVAgCu2HJRkFgQLkaCX1FBw6dQ4AGVZdIvIpqhSt4a0SrlKl6lHxMwpOc/s400/de+lucht+in+het+vliegtuig.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>So I trie again........</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>thank you! I love You Lord!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-43316475186640532942008-02-13T02:20:00.000-08:002008-02-13T02:35:29.143-08:00Home sweet home....or not....Its two am, and I finalily fall a sleep in my own bed. Still recovering the jetlag.<br /><br /><br />My eyes are open again... As I get dressed the sun shines in to my room and warms the floor. Nice! I put on my short skirt and tinktop, grab my flipflops and my new longboard an head outside for a ride!! The smile on my face hurts my cheeks...<br />I close my eyes for a second and listen to the weels hitting the road. Its almost a perfect ritme, for a new not written yet, song. The trees are passing by, and I can smell the ocean.<br /><br /><br />Than I lay down, and watch the sunset, the waves finishing my song. I cant believe how beautiful it is here, the grass is supergreen, the sky pure bleu, and my skin is getting tanned!<br />Someone buys me a coffee and I pick up a bagel at Kona's. Breakfest outside is the best right?!<br /><br />Back downtown I meet up with some friends and we head to a club to dance our bud of! Its great, the beat, the music, the people, the drinks....<br />I look over and a guy with big blond curls smiles at me. He grabs my arm and we start dancing together... Im surprised, he's an awsome dancer!!<br />Than after a long sweaty night of dancing he walks me home, kisses me goodnight and dissapears...<br /><br />Nice.<br /><br /><br />Im tired and want to go to bed, but cant find it.... Have I been drinking that much? No, thats impossible, I never drink to much.....<br /><br /><br />I knock on a door.... again, but no one anwers...<br />Than after a few times trieing I hear someone else knocking... What the.....<br />I open my eyes, look into my own room and see its dark and cold outside. My roommate knoks on my door asking me if I got home yet, and how my trip to San Diego was...<br />I sit up, hit my head against the sealing (grmbl!!!!) and listen to the rain. Its freezing.<br /><br /><br />Shit.... I am back home.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26kB-i2oyIPdOu6pSOLs6zHx0itK80YFlhI87hl0dPQG229-nRd_ISggtKpYhqq49ESLdfSQ6aSq6pvviCFHXQuOopl0ShoSG77iqlz3cpVy1f_g9bhHq_nzfXwUitVEPshjTYWyEfd8/s1600-h/koudkoud.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166411202679861122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26kB-i2oyIPdOu6pSOLs6zHx0itK80YFlhI87hl0dPQG229-nRd_ISggtKpYhqq49ESLdfSQ6aSq6pvviCFHXQuOopl0ShoSG77iqlz3cpVy1f_g9bhHq_nzfXwUitVEPshjTYWyEfd8/s400/koudkoud.jpg" border="0" /></a>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-16283404345071634112008-02-11T05:18:00.000-08:002008-02-11T05:23:33.576-08:00Song for Jessie!As I met Jessie and got to know her a litle more she inspired me to write this song;<br />her art inspired by the death of her father made me feel so small, and realise how short and fragile life is;<br />JESSIE this is for you!<br /><br />I know he left you<br />you know he was going to<br />his death his face inspired you<br />and the letter you wrote<br />is like an ode<br />to him<br /><br />Now you go on and with a future before you<br />still the pain left and the tears to explain<br />but you are strong and let it all in<br />with a new open door to go trough<br /><br />Its the power and the wisdom<br />its the life and love you came from<br />its an open ending and will never close<br />its the rain that stops the silence<br />its the world that tells you all<br />that life goes on and there is no time to<br />stand up or fall down<br /><br />but you breath and break<br />you create and take<br />make it yours make it yours and believe<br />that your future is here!SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-27139561099720981682008-02-11T05:03:00.000-08:002008-02-11T05:18:25.245-08:00From San Diego back home and a song for Jessie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfWEr7fCh5uY7spNtCe11np3b6AGmN8r5IAFJaM0qCdQ9RAzP7RAIL8o-5L0EXKJ6rNHyr0JUh2XEIIMFH9byJyalbgHHM9ko5vqKS5TONrpixYeTKAVhaQSPcDyqxEyoRH-TPPPx_qU/s1600-h/Afbeelding+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165711299104272242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfWEr7fCh5uY7spNtCe11np3b6AGmN8r5IAFJaM0qCdQ9RAzP7RAIL8o-5L0EXKJ6rNHyr0JUh2XEIIMFH9byJyalbgHHM9ko5vqKS5TONrpixYeTKAVhaQSPcDyqxEyoRH-TPPPx_qU/s400/Afbeelding+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmKUcviKCXMEw43AQziI-SkW1npHtfCTPXh0m8lGW_xg0VrKk6X7GzGdDynAWEw4fHbnNsDSxu-a2Hc_GS5f25trzlilsN44zr11CwuE7pWd6fJAh3zNv5rqWPv4NIesKuEEa5d-ejB8/s1600-h/Afbeelding+037.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>After three weeks away Im back home. And its good, but I do miss San Diego and the people I met there. </div><br /><br /><div>Im not sure how good this holiday was. With all my expectations and goals, I kind a feel like I failed. But than again, I got home yesterday and still have a yetleg so, Im just gonna give it some time.</div><br /><br /><div>Besides all my thoughts and goals I had a good time being there. Meeting the people I met and being surrounded by all their creativiti was great!</div><br /><br /><div><br />I find San Diego a city where so many creative people live. Close to the beach and with almost always sunshine you just wanna make and create things, right, sing etc. Its an interesting place to hang out for a while, and I still have the desire to go back again, hopefully in may but def in june!</div><br /><br /><div>It depense on my job and financial situation.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Hopefully Ill be able to live out what I stand for than, and live up to my believes... </div><br /><br /><div>Right now Im having a hard time finding an answer to my question what do I believe. But thats good I guess, it makes me think again about what I stand for, and what place God has in my life. And I know, that this is a good place to be in, trieing to figger stuf out. Struggel with things in life is never a bad thing! It makes us grow and I believe that everytime we strugle, fall down and stand up again, we come closer to the person that God desires us to be.</div><br /><br /><div>I don need to focus though, and that was hard in San Diego. Testing my faith is not one of my favorite things! </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I just hope that the people that I met saw a litle bit of Gods grace and His beauti in me. He is the one that created me, and for that I cant do anything else but let Him in and be thankfull for this amazing time! All good things come from Him! </div><br /><div>Another thing to figger out, what is good and what is bad, or wrong and write....</div><br /><div>For now, I am blessed with great new friends, a great time, and a desire to go back to this beautiful city and sunshine!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-27821496022975857752008-01-25T07:56:00.000-08:002008-01-25T08:02:39.903-08:00What?? Ill spell it out for you!After three days Im still ill, and my voice in completely gone. I have do idea what is going on. But it sucks cuz it stops me from going out or talking to people. And all I can do is just hang around the hostel and sleep, or watch a litle tv. Agnus, one of the guys here, from Norway..(i love europeans!) has been taking care of me a litle bit. As I had to go out at some point to by food, I gotta eat you know..., he asked m to write down what I wanted, so I went with him to the store, and he did the talking. That was kind of funny, I think some people thought I was deaf and some thought I was just retarded... We had fun :D<br />But I can tell you, I love San Diego. Its so great. The first day I arrived we went to a market in Ocean Beach, they had fresh food and awesome cheap shoes!!!<br />Loving it.<br />Im just hoping I get my voice back soon.... If not...it will be really quiet in San Diego!SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574040435891589268.post-88525391529798214112008-01-23T12:30:00.000-08:002008-01-23T12:41:24.180-08:00Hitchhiking from LA to SD!I know its probebly not the smartest thing to do when your a girl and traveling by your self. But after my friend didnt show up at the airport in LA and I couldnt go anywhere, I desided to go with the offer of two gentleman and getting a ride with them with a car that they were gonna rent. One of the men lives right across from the Hostel that I was gonna stay at, so I just gave it a shot...it was 5 in the morning by the time we left, and I was excausted! I was very aware of what I was doing, and had my right fist ready to punch.....<br />But after Ali dropped the one gentlemen off at his place he drove me all the way to the hostel, on top of that he payed for my first night.... I didnt ask for anything, but he insisted. In the car we had great confersations, he was a moslim,. Im a cristian....yeah, that was an interesting confersation! Those discussions can be hard but we just laughed, and listened to eachother! It was great. Just to bad it was 6 in the morning, he lost his suitcases and I lost my voice, thats how tiered I was...<br />Anywas, I got at the hostel and one of the girls reconized me helped me out with a bed and I slept like a baby!<br />Less fun is the fact that they are doing construction here, and my room is next to the room that is under construction and all my clothes are covered in dust. Luckely they desided to moove me upstairs with the staff where I have my own room now! :)<br />Yeah!<br />This afternoon Ill be going to Pacific Beach with two of guys that I met here at the hostel. Should be fun checking that place out again. Im not sure if we can surf, the sun is out, but with my healthcondition I dont think its very good right now. I need a good night sleep! And I will, tonight!<br />Anywas, San Diego is still lovely, its a nice invirement and when I get my voice back I can do the jobintervieuws I had planned. For now I cant even wisper...Its so weird!<br /><br />Greetings from San Diego!SomethingElsehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158174857835507702noreply@blogger.com0