Ha..Not really posting here anymore,but this just made me soo happy I just had to post it.
Just found an anthem from my youth (ha really getting over the hill ..Yep!)
Weezer-Buddy Holly....At the time I was just completely digging the cool videoclip,that had parts from happy days in it..Just found out the following..On the site there is also a free mp3 to download
''Weezer is a group of four members that was formed in Los Angeles in 1992. In the 1995 video, "Buddy Holly" directed by Spike Jonze, vintage Happy Days footage was intercut with shots of Weezer performing on the original Arnold's Drive-In set. Arguably one of the most popular clips of 1995, it scored four MTV Video Music Awards, including Breakthrough Video and Best Alternative Music Video, and two Billboard Music Video Awards, among them Alternative/Modern Rock Clip of the Year. It reached no. 2 on "Billboards Modern Rock Track Chart''
What's with these homies dissin' my girl? Why do they gotta front? What did we ever do to these guys That made them so violent?
Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours. Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine. Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time.
[chorus] Woo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly. Oh-Oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore. I don't care what they say about us anyway. I don't care 'bout that.
Don't you ever fear, I'm always near. I know that you need help. Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit. You need a guardian.
Woo-hoo, and you know I'm yours. Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine. Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time.
[chorus] I don't care 'bout that.
Bang! Bang! Knock on the door, another big bang, get down on the floor. Oh No! What do we do? Don't look now but I lost my shoe. I can't run and I can't kick. What's a matter babe, are you feelin' sick? What's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you? What's a matter babe, are you feelin' blue? Oh-oh-oh!
Mr.Rollins is touring the world with ''spoken word''shows..I love the lyrics of this song....
Artist:
Henry Rollins
Album:
Unknown
Title:
A Man And A Woman
A man and a woman locked in a hot apartment prison They're in love, love He's beatin' that woman's head against the fridgerator door Slammin' that woman's head against the fridgerator door They're in love, they're in love, they're in love He's beatin' that woman to an inch of her life Beatin' that woman to an inch of her life Beatin' that woman to an inch of her life The heed and the hate, the heed and the hate, the heed and the hate The heed and the hate make the windows sweat, make the windows sweat Makes the walls moan, moan, moan, moan Now outside in the hallway al the neighbors From all the other apartment building rooms have gathered in the hallway And they're all out there armed with their baseball bats and brooms Listening to the man beat the woman to an inch of her life Now all the wise guys are in the back takin' bets The one man says, "i say, he's gonna kill her, my money's down that says he's gonna kill her." And the other man says, "he's not gonna kill her, he's gonna beat that woman to an inch of her life, Beat that woman to an inch of her life, beat that woman to an inch of her
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Life, beat that woman to an inch of her life. that's where my money is, so Put your money down, put your money down, put your money down." A little while later the cops come And they come up the stairs And they see all the people gathered in the hallways With their baseball bats and brooms See the wise guys in the back throwin' 5 dollar bills back and forth And they say, "alright, which room is it?" And a few of the people point to the room at the end of the hall The cops go over there and they kick the door in And they see the man beatin' on the woman, slammin' her head up against the Wall, beatin' that woman to an inch of her life. And they say, "hey man, why you beatin' that woman to an inch of her life, why you beatin' That woman to an inch of her life, why you beatin' that woman to an inch of Her life?" And, the man says, get this, the man says..., "that's no woman that's my wife, That's no woman that's my wife, That's no woman that's my wife, And when she screams she turns on all the apartment lights on.
The Dutch minister of integration ;''Verdonk'' wants all foreigners/immigrants who have a dutch nationality (passport) to speak only dutch in the streets (jeez totally ashamed of this last phrase which is bogus.). I can allready see my husband in the future (just daydreaming here) being called on his cell when he is walking or biking...And his mom from portugal is calling....Luckily most folks of our completely crap administration/goverment are against it...Lately im just really ashamed of having Dutch nationality....Being a rascist seems to be the new fashion. (news article from paper:The Volkskrant..only dutch total Verdonk style ;-)
Verdonk: op straat alleen Nederlands Van onze verslaggever Michiel Kruijt
ROTTERDAM - Minister Verdonk voor Integratie wil dat op straat Nederlands wordt gepraat en geen buitenlandse talen. Zij wil dat opnemen in een gedragscode die voor het hele land moet gelden. Zij volgt daarmee het voorbeeld van de gemeente Rotterdam, die een code heeft opgesteld waarin zeven gedragsregels staan voor de omgang tussen burgers.
‘Nederlands praten op straat is heel belangrijk. Ik krijg van veel mensen mailtjes dat zij zich unheimisch voelen op straat’, zei de minister zaterdag op een VVD-congres over integratie in Rotterdam. ‘Ik wil gedragsregels over wat wij als Nederlanders belangrijk vinden om hier te leven.’ Zij zei dat zij met deskundigen om de tafel zit om deze op te stellen.
Niet iedereen in de VVD is overtuigd van een verbod andere talen in het openbaar te spreken. De Amsterdamse wethouder Griffith (economische zaken) verzette zich hevig tegen zo’n voorstel. ‘Ik vind dat te ver gaan. Amsterdam is een wereldstad met buitenlandse investeerders, die juist de tolerantie prijzen. Als ik met een vriendin Surinaams op straat spreek en wij veroorzaken geen overlast, dan is daar niks mis mee’, zei Griffith.
Volgens de Rotterdamse burgemeester Opstelten (VVD) moet de code niet als een wet worden gezien. ‘Het is niet zo dat wanneer ik op de Coolsingel een andere taal hoor, ik ga bellen. Het gaat er niet om dat er nooit iets anders mag worden gesproken. Maar we moeten duidelijk maken dat als je Nederlands niet in de genen hebt, je het hier gewoon niet redt.’
Verdonk stelt dat het allochtonen vaak niet duidelijk is wat van hen wordt verwacht als zij zich in Nederland hebben gevestigd. ‘Zij spreken mij daarop aan. Wij moeten daar duidelijker in durven zijn’, aldus de minister.
I am lately really really reallly depressed....Some part of the depression have actual reasons that doesnt have anything to do with that state of being which is always gloomy and actually also in need of help. One of the things that is driving me insane is the bitch from the appartment above mine.
She s punishing me and my family since she moved in a coupla years ago. She shows a complete lack of rationality,she starts living at night...She has a serious alcohol problem. She came to my door quite a lot of times. With strange requests or stories. Like the time where she in a state if anger (or other mental emotion)smashed her entire household..only she did that at night. Next day she came to my door to offer her excuse...Said she had some problems...In my everlasting state of stupidity I even offered her to come to my house when she needed someone to talk with (Oh God how sorry I am). Or the time where at eleven pm she ringed my door in a drunk state of being and lured my husband upstairs in order to fix her computer..Only she thought it was a good moment to work her love magic on him....Sigh..Or the time where she wanted to have rolling paper ,cause she wanted to smoke pot,and she didnt had any paper...In all those times there was only once where she expressed some critic..that is almost two years ago..where she got a bit crossed with the fact that i was baking bacon,and that smell was driving her nuts (no wonder when you wake at 6 pm with a serious hangover and you smell the art of cooking ;-))..
Anyway..Last week..I baked pancakes,she came to my door...And asked...NO DEMANDED more ventilation. I was shocked...I simply told her she d got to be kidding..considering the fact that she always start her music at 11 pm until 3 am and turns the volume up until the speakers almost explode. I said..''Look we ve got a serious problem we both live in a badly kept appartment,I allready prosecuted the landowner quite succesfull..But it isnt enough,why dont you go this time...!! And next time you play that horrid music at 1 am Im gonna call the cops'' And I slammed the door.
I am sorry ,I really am..For I seem to have triggered her insanity. She ran downstairs,came back..banged on my door (which I ignored .Alone with two kids,bit frightened to be honest),jelled something quite vulgar...ran upstairs,turned on her stereo,ran downstairs,I checked behind my door (the coward that i am)saw a letter...Which drove ME insane.
In that letter,she acused me of several things:Constant potsmoking,lousy cook with terrible smells,writes how I ONLY constantly scream at my kid and in serious need of counseling in order to raise my kid (forgot that I have 2 kids)...But the worse still has to be written down....She said that i slammed the door in HER face,causing a serious injure (blood came dripling out of her nose) and with that insjure she ran to the police....How I cried and sobbed..The thing that really made me sad and angry was the part about me raising poorly..What a serious housewife I am..How sad really.. After that I realised..That she must have been lying about the whole police thingie..Because causing her injury is impossible,she had to be on the treshhold, to have even something as small as a scratch...But I was standing in the treshhold ,simply because I was that dumb to open the door in the first place...
Anyway in the letter she promised me to punish me with her stereo..So I called the police,actually started sobbing..I emailed the Buurtregisseur (a police officer asigned to handle these kinda things),and the next day I made an official complaint with Meldpunt Zorg en Overlast . The last one advised me to call the police straightaway...
Well today I had a telephone conversation with the buurtregisseur...ANd it actually turned out that on the night itself..She DID went to the police,with her complaint..She willingly destroyed in an official manner my reputation as parent,as civilian..And now i even wonder if she caused injury on her self to make her story more relliable...I am terribly upset....Im considering to prosecute her on the ground of willingly slur my name through a pile of shit.. (in dutch we call that :''Smaad)...The policeofficer really had to withhold me from prosecuting..She said how hard it is to gain evidence (hey didnt I have a letter?)
Anyway the coplady arranged for the two bitches to have a meeting with a third party present...I am going to show my best side..But Im also going to mention that i still feel like prosecuting her...
The thing which is just making me sad as well is..That I came from a youth where I was always bullied...Where I was (and still am )openly judged constantly...And the thing is...Ive decited a coupla years ago that I will never be the victim anymore....My husband knows about that ,he is afraid of that..cant seem to place my anger and frustration...
I AM NOT AN UNDERDOG! I AM NOT A VICTIM! I AM TOUGH AND WILLING TO FIGHT! YEARS AND YEARS OF BOTTELED UP ANGER IS BOILING UNDER THE SURFACE!!!!!! AND I AM GOING TO WIN THIS,NO MATTER WHAT!!!!
