Sunday, October 25, 2009

Quote of the Week

Failing does not define it's what we do with it..

Treasure chest

I found this amazing little store on my way back home from work.. I passed it over a hundred times and I never realized that it was a true treasure chest! The minute I walked in I knew that this step would gonna cost me a lot of money ;).

One of the brands is House Doctor, a lovely brand from Denmark. They have the coolest things that totally match my style. Here is a short impression of some of their collection..

I wanna have it all!

P.s. I will upload a picture of my new tea set (House Doctor) when I have the chance. And also, check out their website:

Monday, October 19, 2009

Forever the bride of the King

(I published this one before, but I love it so much)

I want to sleep, but I can't.. I need to write.

Tonight I was reading Song of Songs, a book that never really connected to my heart before. Tonight was different; I could hear the words being spoken to me, I could see the garden in all its attractiveness and I captured the love in my core.

I started to write down what I discovered and something so precious revealed itself to me.

Chapter 1. The King falls in love with the vineyard keeper
‘Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.

Chapter 2. He asks her to marry Him
‘My beloved speaks and says to me: ‘Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away!’
‘Come my shy and modest dove – leave your seclusion, come out in the open. Let me see your face, let me hear your voice. For your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.’

Chapter 3. The wedding
‘My King-Lover, dressed and garlanded for his wedding, his heart full, bursting with joy!’

Chapter 4. The honeymoon
‘You’ve captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love! How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend – far more pleasing than a fine, rare wine, your fragrance more exotic than selected spices. The kisses of your lips are honey, my love, every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor.’

Chapter 5. Marriage is consummated
‘I went to the garden, dear friend, best lover! Breathed the sweet fragrance. I ate the fruits and honey, I drank the nectar and wine’ (he).
‘His legs are pillars if marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars. His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend’ (she).

Chapter 6. Purification in the garden
‘My lover is already on his way to his garden, to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and forms. I am my lover’s and my lover is mine’.

Chapter 7. Matured
‘I am my lover’s. I’m all the world to him!’ ‘And there I’ll give myself to you, my love to your love.’
‘Love-apples drench us with fragrance, fertility surrounds, suffuses us. Fruits fresh and preserved that I’ve kept and saved just for you, my love.’

Chapter 8. Eternal love
‘Love is invincible facing danger and death. Passion laughs at the terrors of hell. The fire of love stops for nothing – it sweeps everything before it’ (she).
‘But my vineyard is all mine, and I’m keeping it to myself'(he).

I love how the girl becomes more matured in her love. In the 5th chapter she says: 'This is my beloved', in the next chapter she goes on: 'I am my lover’s and my lover is mine' and in chapter 7 she is so secure in his love that she can say: 'I am my lover’s. I’m all the world to him!'.

That is the place I wanna be in, so secure in His love that I can say:
'I am my lover's. I'm all the world to Him!'

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Sophie Marceau

Sophie is one of those women that really inspire me; I think she's gorgeous and amazingly talented. This picture of her made me wanna make my own version :).

Friday, October 16, 2009


I love the sound of beautiful voices blending together; harmonizing and playing their own game. Sometimes it is even better when there are no words at all, just sound, the sound of beautiful voices blending together..

Watch this video.. just listen & relax.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

U toebehoren

Als mijn hart de plek is waar dromen ontstaan;
als mijn hart de plek is waar iedere gedachte die ik heb wordt geboren;
als mijn hart de plek is waar de echte ik schuilt;
dan kan ik u alleen met mijn hele hart toebehoren.