See you next year.

Lets say good bye to 2008 and drink lots of bubbles to welcome 2009.

National Salvation Army Praise and Prayer day (no bubbles of course).

Happy boxing day

Currently I'm reading the book 'The Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self'. My teacher lend it to me once. It took me a long time to get to page 63 because I'm not familiar with a lot of phychological terms. I really had no idea what sisyphean meant.* Anywho, one passage striked me because it's so right and it's my life motto. During Christmas a lot of people commit suicide (or intend to). Hopefully these words from a cured patient with suicidal thoughts in the past can help you.

The world hasn't changed, there is a lot around me that is bad and evil and I see that more clearly than in the past. But nonetheless, for the first time I think life is really worth living. Maybe because I have the feeling for the first time in my life that I'm living my life. And it's an exciting adventure.

A quote from a patient of Alice Miller Ph.D

*An adjective meaning that an activity is unending and/or repetitive. It could also be used to refer to tasks that are pointless and unrewarding.

Merry Christmas everyone

Hopefully we don't feel the urge to kill each other this year. Too tired to blog. Worked all morning and took a long stroll on the beach with two colleagues. After the walk we drank hot cocoa with whip cream. Gah, I've spent my well earned money on an overpriced drink. Well, at least I had fun.:) If you see a blue person running on Vlieland tomorrow, it's me.-_- I miss everyone on the main land. 11 days to go.

Sinterklaas 2003

In my family it's a known fact that I'm not fond of getting Winnie the Pooh stuff. I don't hate the little guy. I like the original version much better and I only bought a book with rhymes about him once. I guess my grandmother saw the book and thought I was a Winnie the Pooh fan or whatever. It was around a time that it was ok for mature women to walk around with cute kiddie stuff. My grandmother kept on buying Winnie the Pooh stuff like till she got the clue from my aunt and uncle.

Every year on this day we celebrate Sinterklaas. He's the original version of Santa Claus or as we call him in marketing terms, the Coca Cola version of Sinterklaas. Instead of a suit Sinterklaas wears a dress and a pointy hat and he's holding a golden stick. His possy are zwarte Pieten (black Pete's). For ages there was a contraversy about this guy, cause he was black and Sinterklaas is white. So the black community was angry and said the Pete's were slaves of Sinterklaas. Gah, they even tried to paint those Pete's in blue and purple but that was just stupid. Anywho, Sinterklaas' birthday was yesterday and today we celebrate some kind of secret santa. You pick someone and the most fun part is the package. You need to make a package that represents the one you picked. So my cousin asked what I wanted for Sinterklaas. I said, anything but Pooh. And this is what my uncle W made for me.

Yup, the snails were still on the grass. I digged up and killed Winnie the Pooh. Besides the package you also need to write a poem. In my poem it said something like this. Poor little Pooh, he only tried to be your friend. Suddenly you decided to move on without him. My present was inside Pooh. His weak spot was his crotch.xD Only my uncle W can think of these stuff. The rest of the presents were packed in Winnie the Pooh themed wrap paper and the parts with Winnie they covered with other characters. I love my silly family.:)

I'm going to see them tomorrow in Amersfoort en after that I will go to the South to see my parents and visit my church on sunday.

God bless.