These days, I've been thinking about the meaning (or lack thereof) of life.
When does life has meaning?
For some people it means being able to participate actively in day-to-day life.
For others it means leaving some kind of legacy behind.
Yet others, find it important to amass fame and fortune (and everything that goes with it.)
For me, I guess, it's about human interaction. To communicate with people around me. Not just words, but also opinions, ideas, feelings.
That brings me to the question: "When does life has no meaning to me?"
Does this mean that life has no meaning if I'm unable to communicate and interact with people around me?
I wish there were clear-cut answers for this. I'm a fighter by nature but sometimes, you get tired of fighting. It sometimes helps to take a breather and continue fighting.
But I can imagine that you could get pushed so far that you just give up.
Where is my limit? I haven't reached it. And by the goddes, I hope I never do.
So tell me reader? What is your meaning of life? What do YOU live for?
August 26, 2008
August 10, 2008
Three 8's and a wedding
Last Friday, my cousin Regina got married in Rijsbergen. Naturally, we had to be there. What an adventure. We don't have a car, so we rented one and drove a little more than an hour in pouring rain to get there. Thank goddes for sat-nav, we would have been lost without it.
The wedding itself was nice and BIG.. With neighbours and family members from all over the country in attendance. It sure was nice to be together for the second time in a year. This was the first time in ages we were together for a happy occurrence.
The wedding was a "farmers wedding." Big tent on the lawn, I mean BIG. Hundreds, if not thousands, litres of beer. And plenty of food.
The bride and groom were transported in a brand new white stretch limo. And the guests in a real horse tram.
I took nearly one hundred candid shots and put some of them on-line in my picasa album.
The party lasted till the early hours of the morning and took place very close to the Belgian border. This prompted us to camp out in stead of driving all the way home after tiring day.
The following morning, we got up around 6:30 am and were on our way to Antwerp by 8 am.
The wedding itself was nice and BIG.. With neighbours and family members from all over the country in attendance. It sure was nice to be together for the second time in a year. This was the first time in ages we were together for a happy occurrence.
The wedding was a "farmers wedding." Big tent on the lawn, I mean BIG. Hundreds, if not thousands, litres of beer. And plenty of food.The bride and groom were transported in a brand new white stretch limo. And the guests in a real horse tram.
I took nearly one hundred candid shots and put some of them on-line in my picasa album.
The party lasted till the early hours of the morning and took place very close to the Belgian border. This prompted us to camp out in stead of driving all the way home after tiring day.
The following morning, we got up around 6:30 am and were on our way to Antwerp by 8 am.
August 6, 2008
Invaded
Last night, I received a very unpleasant surprise when I arrived home from work.
It was a very heavy day, with lots of issues to resolve at the office. Imagine my surprise, when I arrive home, just to find the neighbours standing outside on the gallery and beckoning me to come stand with them.
Once there, they tell me that the police had been come around to their apartment that morning and asked them questions about me. After these questions, the police forced my door and gained entry to my apartment.
I just couldn't believe my ears! I told them to quit joking, since I've had a hard day and wasn't in the mood for such jokes. They just told me to check my door, since I've been left a note. Indeed, there was a note stuck on my door, stating that they gained entry and had changed my locks. The keys could be picked up at the local police station, across the street.
After getting my new set of keys, I got news tat they suspected I might have had illegal marijuana plants in my apartment. I was gob smacked! I was furious! I was hurt!
ME?
Contrary to my Internet persona, I'm a very private person. I have heavy drapes in my windows, so that no one can catch a glimpse of what's happening in my sanctuary. And once at home, I try not to be a bother to anyone.
Imagine the shame! The police talking to me neighbours as if I'm a big time criminal.
Imagine the shame! Having strangers walking through my space without me being there!
Today, I called the police and asked for clarification.
Their reasons to go in were:
They might have been right with their check-list, but it sure as hell doesn't make it easier for me.
I feel violated, invaded... the peace and quiet and my sense of privacy has been lost. I sure hope to get it back.
And still, I wonder.... Why the hell am I on a watch list? And why the hell did they decide to investigate my apartment and not another one?
For now.. I'm physically ill with and still quite pissed off.
Needless to say: I don't have nor have ever had any marijuana plants!
Even my cactuses die. :)
It was a very heavy day, with lots of issues to resolve at the office. Imagine my surprise, when I arrive home, just to find the neighbours standing outside on the gallery and beckoning me to come stand with them.
Once there, they tell me that the police had been come around to their apartment that morning and asked them questions about me. After these questions, the police forced my door and gained entry to my apartment.
I just couldn't believe my ears! I told them to quit joking, since I've had a hard day and wasn't in the mood for such jokes. They just told me to check my door, since I've been left a note. Indeed, there was a note stuck on my door, stating that they gained entry and had changed my locks. The keys could be picked up at the local police station, across the street.
After getting my new set of keys, I got news tat they suspected I might have had illegal marijuana plants in my apartment. I was gob smacked! I was furious! I was hurt!
ME?
Contrary to my Internet persona, I'm a very private person. I have heavy drapes in my windows, so that no one can catch a glimpse of what's happening in my sanctuary. And once at home, I try not to be a bother to anyone.
Imagine the shame! The police talking to me neighbours as if I'm a big time criminal.
Imagine the shame! Having strangers walking through my space without me being there!
Today, I called the police and asked for clarification.
Their reasons to go in were:
- they couldn't see into my apartment,
- because I had my balcony door open, there was a lot of air rushing through the vents onto the gallery.
- I have a big old server in the room next to the gallery, and it seems it makes a lot of noise AND...
- I use a lot of electricity, much more than my neighbours. DUH!!! I run a server 24/7 and I have leave my PC on 24/7 also.
They might have been right with their check-list, but it sure as hell doesn't make it easier for me.
I feel violated, invaded... the peace and quiet and my sense of privacy has been lost. I sure hope to get it back.
And still, I wonder.... Why the hell am I on a watch list? And why the hell did they decide to investigate my apartment and not another one?
For now.. I'm physically ill with and still quite pissed off.
Needless to say: I don't have nor have ever had any marijuana plants!
Even my cactuses die. :)
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