Why have I designed this tattoo?

- English -
I have lived with music for years. Music has helped me while I had rough times. Music has passionated and inspired me to limit my borders or to cross them from time to time.
My dad never allowed me to listen to English music. He didn't find it applicable to our culture. But I did it after all, behind his back. I was busy with it every day. I listened to music and tried to write down the lyrics I heard. Also writing own lyrics and trying to sing it with the first Melody that came up in mind. Talking about 8 years ago here.
Music never leaves me alone, it's always on my side and helps me get up every time I fall.

The note on my back is a Trebel Clef. That's where music starts. It starts with me and has an endless road.
The rose is a sign of my heart. Which practically means that my heart won't let go off the music.

Until now, music has stayed my best friend. My soulmate who understands me. Nobody can take it away from me because it's engraved in my heart and soul.
Music is simple way the light in my life.

- Dutch -
Ik heb jarenlang met muziek geleefd. Muziek heeft me geholpen tijdens mijn moeilijke perioden. Muziek heeft me gepassioneerd en geïnspireerd om mijn grenzen te verleggen en soms te overschrijden.
Ik mocht nooit naar Engelse muziek luisteren van me pa, dat vondt hij niet toepasselijk bij ons cultuur. Maar ik deed het stiekem toch. Ik was er elke dag mee bezig. Liedjes beluisteren, proberen de lyrics op te schrijven. Zelf lyrics schrijven en met het eerst bedachte melodie proberen te zingen. Talking about 8 years ago here.
Muziek laat mij nooit alleen, staat altijd aan mijn kant en helpt me overeind wanneer ik val.

De noot op mijn rug is een Trebel Clef, daar begint de muziek. Muziek begint bij mij en heeft een eindeloze weg.
De roos is de teken van mijn hart. Which practically means my heart won't let go off the music.

Tot op heden, is muziek mijn beste vriend gebleven. Mijn zielmaat die mij begrijpt. Niemand kan het van mij afpakken, omdat het gegraveerd is in mijn hart en ziel.
Muziek is gewoonweg het licht in mijn leven.




 

While I was enjoying the sunshine burning on my face, I heard my teacher talking about the line graphic. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I assume I have Pfeiffer's desease.

Quote: Pfeiffer's disease (medical condition): Mononucleosis is a common infectious viral disease transferred in saliva or kissing. It is also called "glandular fever" outside the USA, or other names such as "mono" and "infectious mononucleosis". The cause is a virus called the Epstein-Barr virus.
End of quote.

I don't have all of the symptoms. Maybe it's just weariness? Maybe my eyes affect my brains. Like.. this morning, in class, I couldn't concentrate because everything was fuzzy for 20 minutes.

Back to my EC-ST class: I couldn't keep my mind with the lesson. So while I was leaning forwards with my head on the table, right in the sunshine, I realized something was walking on the window. A black dot was all I saw, until I moved closer and figured out it was a tiny ladybird with only 2 black dots on its back. I tried to make him crawl on my finger, but it didn't. I kept staring at it for a while and wondered if it was a sign. I watched the Kdrama Windstruck before that day. I was extremely down the next morning. I don't even know why. But then, suddenly, I found another ladybird. It looked exactly the same. And not much after, I found a bunch of them! As if they had a nest somewhere.. One was lying on it's back, dead. And another one was yellow with red dots o_o; Yet another one was BLACK with red dots and so on, and so on........

I kind of turned my back on my class, don't bother asking why. I feel this is better. I have one friend though. =) Lol, I sound somewhat like a nerd with no friends. o: Aaaaanyway.. Okay I will admit it.. Windstruck made me cry A LOT. And I mean..... A LOT. Touchy? Oh yes. I haven't criend like this ever since I saw Pearl Harbor. I remember when I was standing in front of the cinema and said: "Why the hell should I cry over some movie?" And guess what, I was the first one who spilt tears all over, in the first 30 minutes of the movie.  :| I guess I'm not that tough. I'm still a softie, and I will stay a softie.
Damn it.

^What I did when my internet went berserk on me. ¬¬

Awesome phrase, no? =)

Cur in gremio haremus?
Cur poenam cordi parvo damus?

Stella nobis non concessit
Parvus pulsus
Cor mortem ducens

Venarum pulsis in terramfluens
Vita mollis in stellam redeunt

Animam sacrificare necesse est?
Cur in gremio haeremus?

Cur veniam petimus?
In terra fatali?

 'Here we go again'. My first thought on a Wednesday morning, when I stepped into the office at 9 AM. I think it's time for me to realize, after 83 days of working here, that it's  almost over. Seriously, I have learned enough and I want to go back to school. Something made me happy also. An hour back I read in one of my school letters "There will be no exams this year". I hope so badly they keep their promise, which they break sometimes ¬_¬". It's not that I'm not in the mood to study, it's because we have so less time. Studying from 31 January till the 27th of June for maybe 10 exams? Ridiculous! We will receive around 5 schoolbooks of 18 chapters, each for one exam... It would be rough if we had to take those tests. That means for me: come home, take a 30-60 minutes nap, study a little bit as a warming up d=, eat dinner, and go back upstairs to continue studying for like 2 hours (depending on what I have to study). For laws it definately takes me 2 hours minimum.  And sleep after 3 hours. X_x;;; For languages it takes me less because it's easy. ^o^b I wonder if we will have Spanish class this year. I remember my teacher saying we only have to write a letter in Spanish. Last year I had B+ for both Spanish and English class. LOL! I remembered something again xD; My English teacher, 2 years ago, on Junior High, gave me an A for verbal English exam! I couldn't believe my ears. Well in Holland it's not A B C D or F. We talk with numbers from 1 till 10. So, the teacher called my classmates one by one to talk about the exam. When it was my turn he said: "Maxene, first I gave you a 9, despite of the fact that you misspelled and pronounced one word wrong in this exam... I made a 9,5/10 from it. Your English communication skills are high." And while I sat in front of him, my eyes were like O_O, and I moved closer to his face cause I thought I heard it wrong. The class wasn't silent. "What?" I asked him still like O_O. "9,5" My face went from =O to =D and =O to =D rofl. Ahh... those years. When I still was a holy student. 0=D CAN YOU SEE MY HOLY FACE? 0=D SEE THE RING? 0=D xD;;;;;;;;;;

 AH MAH GAD.Ragnarok is traumatizing me! I dreamed about I was in Prontera (The Capital city of the most RO versions) with 2 of my friends (I know them in real life, and one of them is a RO player too). Noooooo, I'm not gonna tell anything about it. (;  

 As some of you know, I started a new fan fiction. I started ever since I work s a trainee at this office. Right now, I'm working on my 10th chapter. The story is about a mother and her 2 kids running away from their dad who wants to kill them for a chip. The mother gave the chip away so dad chases them until he gets it back. I got 3-4 chapters to go with, of course, zillions of grammar misspellings. xP  

 Anyway. If any of you is interested; keep in touch with my blogdrive (register eventually) so you will be updated, because I might post the link to the fiction whenever I'm done. Beside the solid07 forum, I will post it on others too.  

Seeya.. ^o^/

"My father came from Japan in 1905
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He, he... he worked until he was able to buy this patch
And build a store...

Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream, I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means. Close your eyes, just picture the scene. As I paint it for you, it was World War II, when this man named Kenji woke up. Ken was not a soldier, he was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA. That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did, bacon and eggs with wife and kids. He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran. He moved to LA from Japan. They called him 'Immigrant'. In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Esay". That meant 'First Generation In The United States'. When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs, but most of all afraid of a homeland attack... And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat, his world went black cause, right there; front page news. Three weeks before 1942.

"Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Coming"

Pictures of soldiers dying and running. Ken knew what it would lead to, just like he guessed, the President said: "the evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away". They gave Ken a couple of days to get his whole life packed in two bags, just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes. Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in. So two trash bags was all they gave them. When the kids asked mum "Where are we going?" Nobody even knew what to say to them. Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is looking for spies, so we have to live in a place called Mandinar, here a lot of Japanese people are."

Stop it don't look at the gunmen. You don't wanna get the soldiers wondering if you gonna run or not, cause if you run then you might get shot. Other than that try not to think about it. Try not to worry about it; being so crowded. Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.

As soon as war broke out the G.I came and they just come to the house and said "You have to come".
"All the Japanese have to go". They took Mr. Lee. People didn't understand. Why did they have to take him? Because he's an innocent neighbour.

So now they're in a town with soldiers surrounding them. Every day, every night look down at them. From watch towers up on the wall. Ken couldn't really hate them at all; They were just doing their job and, he wasn't gonna make any problems. He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that he gave to the troops in a basket his wife made, but in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved. Prisoners of war in their own damn country, what for? Time passed in the prison town. He wanted them to live it down when they were free. The only way out was joining the army. And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on, And ended up flying to Japan with a bomb. That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast. Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick.

Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife. But, when they got back to their home what they saw made them feel so alone. These people had trashed every room, smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors. Written on the walls and the floor: "Japs not welcome anymore." And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside. He looked at his wife without words to say. She looked back at him wiped the tears away and said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"

Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,
My family was locked up back in '42,
My family was there it was dark and damp,
And they called it an internment camp

When we first got back from camp... uhh
It was... pretty... pretty bad

I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Then my husband died before they close the camp."