Bezoekregeling.

Music : Placebo - Blind

Ik ben bij mijn moeder. Hoewel. Ik het huis waar mijn moeder woont. Ik het huis waar ik woon. Woonde. Gewoond heb. Misschien weer ga wonen. Dat huis. Mijn moeder ligt in bed (gaat morgen naar de markt) Willemijn, Winfred en Susanne zitten TV te kijken. En ik zit achter de computer. How typical. Alsof er niks gebeurd is.

Placebo - Pierrot the Clown

Jorine is lief. Jeugdzorg is kut. Ze spellen Hannah's naam verkeerd en geven mijn pleeggezin de verkeerde achternaam. Stelletje schapen. Who needs them anyway?

JustMe.® .. zegt (20:51):

and I'll always want the best for you.

Ik zei toch dat ze lief is? Maargoed. Dan vragen ze je zo'n stomme vragenlijst in te vullen, zeggen ze er nadrukkelijk bij dat ze die informatie niet aan derden zullen prijsgeven, dat het alleen maar wordt bekeken aan de gedragswetenschappers enz. Even later zetten ze de resultaten van die lijst, gedetailleerde scores, waar je allemaalwel en niet 'klinisch' scoort plus letterlijke citaten die je op dat ding geschreven hebt in je indicatiebesluit, die ze vervolgens aan de halve wereld laten weten.

Placebo - One of a Kind

Nee oké, niet aan derden dan. Maar wel aan vierden, vijfden, zesden en driehonderszesentwintigsten. Dúh. Nu weet ik niks meer te schrijven. Dag mensen.

Emilie, we love you!

Emilie Autumn - What if

Here you sit in your high-backed chair
Wonder how the view is from there
I wouldn't know, 'cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor

If you like, we could play a game
Let's pretend that we are the same
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer that you do

And I'm far to tired to stay here anymore
And I don't care what you think anyway
'Cause I think you were wrong about me
Yeah what if you were, what if you were?

What if I'm a snowstorm burning?
What if I'm a world unturning?
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow much too deep?
What if I'm the kindest demon?
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?

I know you've got it figured out
Tell me what I am all about
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you
I'm the end of your telescope
I don't change just to suit your vision
'Cause I am bound by a fraying rope
Around my hands, tied around my hands

And you close your eyes when I say I'm breaking free
You put your hands over both your ears
Because you cannot stand to believe I'm not
The perfect girl you thought
Well what have I got to lose?

What if I'm a weeping willow
Laughing tears upon my pillow?
What if I'm a socialite who wants to be alone?
What if I'm a toothless leopard?
What if I'm a sheepless shepherd?
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?

You don't know me
Never will, never will
I'm outside your picture frame
And the glass is breaking now
You can't see me
Never will, never will
If you're never gonna see

What if I'm a crowded desert?
Too much pain with little pleasure
What if I'm the nicest place you never want to go?
What if I don't know who I am?
Will that keep us both from trying
Too find out? And when you have
Be sure to let me know

What if I'm a snowstorm burning?
What if I'm a world unturning?
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow much too deep?
What if I'm the kindest demon?
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?


Legenda:

Just part of the lyrics
Herkenbaar
Heel herkenbaar
This could be written about me.

Bang.

Well, I guess you succeeded.
I'm really sorry for coming too close.

(08'01'08-02'11'09)

Congratulations, you endured almost two years.
So this is where it ends, isn't it?
Have a nice life.
I love you.

We're gonna be famous! =D

31 oktober 2009, live te bewonderen in Het Podium Hoogeveen; I'm K.O. met hun hit; Invisible to you.

I had my hair cut yesterday
You didn't even notice
I bought new jeans two weeks ago
You didn't even see
Well I suppose my nosering
isn't that remarkable
But do you ever even really look at me?

When I told you my stomach hurt
You said: "That's very nice."
When I told you my grandma died
You just nodded your head
When I told you your nose was blue
you totally agreed
Have you ever heard a single word I said?

I hope, one day, you'll be aware of my existence
I hope you'll take a proper look
I hope, one day, you will finally see my fake smile
And make it real somehow

When I was breaking down
You were too busy playing poker
Sometimes I really need you
But you're always occupied
When I was crying out for help
you told me to be quiet
Otherwise you couldn't watch your favourite show

I hope, one day, you'll be aware of my existence
I hope you'll take a proper look
I hope, one day, you will finally see my fake smile
And make it real somehow

Do you want to see me screaming for attention?
Dancing naked on the roof
Still you think your playstation is more important
I remain invisible to you

I hope, one day, you'll be aware of my existence
I hope you'll take a proper look
I hope, one day, you will finally see my fake smile
And make it real somehow

I wish, one day, you'd be aware of my existence
I wish you'd take a proper look
But it's okay, you will never see my fake smile
I remain invisible to you

Diederick McAppel de Eerste.

Jup. Ik heb een nieuwe flaptop. Ofnouja, een afdankertje van Esther. Achja, ik ben er blij mee hoor, en je mag een gegeven bek niet in zijn paard kijken en hem dan zo verwijten dat ie groen en geel ziet dat je door de dansende muizen op tafel het bos niet meer ziet enzo. Maar toch wil ik even kwijt;

Sterf, Mac. Sterf een langzame pijnlijke dood.

Maar hee (dat schrijf ik met dubbel e omdat Didi hier te gehandicapt is om er een apostof boven te zetten. -_-'), misschien gaat Markus er nog Linux opzetten, dan kan ik er ten minste zo veel mogelijk Windows- en Google-shiz opzetten.

Salutaties van Johanna en Diederick.