Life is a bitch
And death is her sister
Sleep is her cousin
What a perfect family picture

6th May 2012

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wit my friends (Taken with instagram)

wit my friends (Taken with instagram)

28th April 2012

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11th March 2012

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15th February 2012

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22nd January 2012

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LIFE IS GOOD

LIFE IS GOOD

22nd January 2012

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Fair at Malieveld, 1950s by Ed van Wijk

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Fair at Malieveld, 1950s by Ed van Wijk

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14th January 2012

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Sometimes I ponder about what will come nextWhere will my life turn when it seems to stall?When is the next time I will smile again?and how will I get up, should I fall?Happiness fills me with a touch of sadness.By that I mean I know it can’t last.Beauty decays, laughter subsidesWhen will the stones be cast?Tragedy can be measuredby the amount of happiness taken awayElusion is our only protectionAs we fall victim to its preySo when I’ve reached a fork in life’s roadand the choices are many or few.I follow the one that leads away from misfortuneThats all I can really doWhen life is goodYou have to hold it in your handYou have to close your eyesYou have to breathe it in!Happiness may endWhile tragedy beginsToday is the beginningIs tomorrow the end?

Sometimes I ponder about what will come next
Where will my life turn when it seems to stall?
When is the next time I will smile again?
and how will I get up, should I fall?

Happiness fills me with a touch of sadness.
By that I mean I know it can’t last.
Beauty decays, laughter subsides
When will the stones be cast?

Tragedy can be measured
by the amount of happiness taken away
Elusion is our only protection
As we fall victim to its prey

So when I’ve reached a fork in life’s road
and the choices are many or few.
I follow the one that leads away from misfortune
Thats all I can really do

When life is good
You have to hold it in your hand
You have to close your eyes
You have to breathe it in!

Happiness may end
While tragedy begins
Today is the beginning
Is tomorrow the end?