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Your common misconception, it's getting my rejection.
How far are we allowed to go to reach a state of perfection?
Since when is individuality the norm of our society,
how can anyone believe that I is more important than we?
I feel outraged at the vision of the world that you create.
There's no question why if the revolution is a lie
and if you stand alone you wouldn't dare to try.
Once every few years we find a reason
When I was sixteen I believed that turning eighteen would be the best thing ever. I somehow got the idea that it meant awesome parties, unlimited freedom, going on vacation with friends.
Now I am eighteen and coming to the realization that there were more awesome parties back then, that unlimited freedom isn't as unlimited as I thought and that I'm the only one who has the money to go on vacation. And the worst part? I'm stuck in this town while most of my friends are going to college
When I saw the worldwide trending topics on Twitter, a smile came to my face. #carredebat, #roemer, #halsema #rutte. They all have something in common: Dutch politics. The debate, held in the Carre in Amsterdam, is being tweeted about, so my earlier assumption that there are few who actually care must be wrong!
Roemer, Rutte and Halsema are surnames of candidates, Emile Roemer of the socialistic party, Mark Rutte of the VVD (liberal party) and Femke Halsema of Groenlinks (green party).
Updated 05-26-10 at 03:06 PM by Maaikytje
The next elections are a disaster waiting to happen. Less than a month.
I'm afraid we'll end up with a horror government, existing out of a liberal party, a racist party and a Christian party. Yes, I mean it when I say a racist party. Ever heard of the PVV, the Partij voor de vrijheid (Party for Freedom). At least you must have heard of Geert Wilders? They're sort of the party for oppression of not western immigrants.
I have to admit, the name sounds nice in English.
Updated 05-16-10 at 04:17 PM by Maaikytje
The last half year has changed my view on life. I've moved out and I've turned 18. That means, according to law, that I'm an adult and responsible for everything I do. Being responsible may sound good when you're 14, because you think that it means you can do whatever you want, but I found out it isn't fun at all. The dishes are growing larger and larger, so is my laundry, the mess on the floor and the list of things-I-need--to-but-don't-want-to-do. Instead of typing this, I should walk the dog,