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7:54 pm
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| Sunday, December 24th, 2006
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4:37 pm
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A Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
- Langston Hughes
[mood|  depressed]
[music| Ornament - Trans Siberian Orchestra]
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Comments: Dansez aux cieux.
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| Friday, December 8th, 2006
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8:22 pm
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[mood|  fuckin' excited]
[music| Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield; amazing song, makes me want to sprint and flip around!]
GERMANY♥2007
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| Sunday, April 16th, 2006
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2:53 pm
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Europium63 = CatherinElenore
At least for now.
<:3}~
current mood:  accomplished
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| Saturday, December 25th, 2004
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9:08 pm - I almost forgot about this!!!!
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Wrote this last year on Christmas morning, and I damned there almost forgot about it this year!
The Christmas Truce of 1914.
Down in those trenches so long and ago
covered with mud and winter's cold snow;
a miracle appeared from dawns first light
which warmed the hearts of men whom eachother were to fight.
On that night before Christmas 1914
those poor soldiers slept awaiting tomorrow's common scene.
Of spilt blood and death so solemn
of comrades near death, and some already fallen.
Came to them the sun as any other day
over their trench so naïve and gay,
the earth was damp and the air meekly clear
and was coming to them a figure drawing nearer, near.
And soon many were aware
of the faint quite hum over the morning air
carols sung soft and slow
as that one figure trudged the unforgiving snow
Readied their guns the English did do
for what that one man carried -
a bomb or gun - no one knew.
But as he came they saw him sans bomb and gun
singing the same carols his fellow men had done.
The young man approached carrying a tiny tree
lit candles with flames innocent and free.
Placing the tree at his feet so calm and still
none knew what to do; kill him? No one had the will!
And an English soldier rose to this young man greet
resting his own weapon at his feet.
the young men faced and there came a sigh
the men shook hands and beckoned their comrades near -
friends were to be made on this day on this spot here.
Between these fighting foes never was a peace seen
till this Christmas day of 1914.
Laughs were heard and stories were told
they buried their dead as one in the earth frozen and cold.
Prayers were said in each of the tongues two;
in German and English so that everyone knew...
that God was near by
and that this day not another man was to miserably die.
More laughs were heard as out came a ball
these once enemies played a game where there was no hatred at all!
On an on the matches passed so fun,
with a German scorer (some think that’s the reason the Germans won!)
Other jokes and games were hosted
food and clothing were exchanged, and tales of family boasted.
No one wanted this day to end
though half spent was the time of this great God's send.
Soon the men returned to their trenches singing and humming
both awaiting the war's end, and peace's coming.
That tree, their symbol of peace stayed lit -
through night's blind curtain
what was tomorrow to hold, more peace? No one was certain.
But that day did come and to all's dismay
the sounding of the guns echoed again, and gone was that sweet peace of yesterday.
But there the memory remains, in that field of old
where that sweet rhyme of peace was once told.
Gone is that great merciful day -
one that no other war had ever seen;
that story of The Christmas Truce... of 1914.
current mood:  Festive (green/redish star?)
current music: "Manul Goodbye" (English AND Dutch versions!) - Radio Oranje
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| Monday, April 26th, 2004
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11:25 am - Aww....
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Trig says: How was your birthday?
Gotham Racing says: not so good; right in the middle of a testweek
Trig says: I'm sorry
Trig says: I sang to you, but I don't think you heard me
Trig says: I'm loud, but not that loud
Gotham Racing says: well, all sudden, what's its a beautiful sounds I heard
Gotham Racing says: maybe that's the explaination]
Trig says: haha
mon coeur! <3333
~{8¦><¦3}~
current mood: touched and embarrassed
current music: The Neverending Story themey thingy
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| Monday, February 23rd, 2004
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11:44 am - Can I be any happier?
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DUTCHES! IK HOU VAN JOU!
I am so happy, I don't know how to put it into words. Jeroen is coming back this week. What more is there to say? I am...
Pleased
Overjoyed
Giggly
Hyper
Ecstatic
Anxious
HIGH
Rejuvinated
Shocked
Restless
Loved
Happy
Bouncy
Excited
Greatful
Surprised
Amused
Yeayish
Silly
Dreamy
Pensive
Awake
Crazy
AH! where do I turn?
*dances away in the sweet mist of utter rapture*
<:3}~
*RiRi*
current mood:  bouncy
current music: CRAAAAAAAZY TRAIN with a touch of Dutch grace.........
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