Thursday, February 28, 2008

What causes happiness

1.About 50% of one's happiness depends on one's genes. This is shown by studying identical twins, and learning that their happiness is 50% correlated even when growing up in different houses.
2.10-15% is a result of various measurable variables. Like socioeconomic status, marital status, health, income, and others.
3.The rest of the variance does not have a discernible cause. Called "unexplained variance", it may actually be attributed to noise.

I seriously need some indication.

thanks Efa for e sweet e-card!

Baby won´t you tell me why there is sadness in your eyes
I don´t wanna say goodbye to you
Love is one big illusion I should try to forget
but there is something left in my head

You´re the one who set it up now you´re the one to make it stop
I´m the one who´s feeling lost right now
Now you want me to forget every little thing you said
but there is something left in my head


the best of me. says:
I won´t forget the way you´re kissing
The feeling´s so strong were lasting for so long
But I´m not the man your heart is missing
That´s why you go away i know

You were never satisfied no matter how I tried
now you wanna say goodbye to me
Love is one big illusion I should try to forget
but there is something left in my head
the best of me. says:
I won´t forget the way you´re kissing
The feeling´s so strong were lasting for so long
But I´m not the man your heart is missing
That´s why you go away i know

Sitting here all alone in the middle of nowhere
Don´t know which way to go
There ain´t so much to say now between us
There ain´t so much for you
There aint´t so much for me anymore

Michael Learns to Rock
25 Minutes



After sometimes I've finally made up my mind
She is the girl and I really want to make her mine
I'm searching everywhere in find her again
To tell her I love her
And I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done
I find her standing in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looks so happy in her weddingdress
But she's crying while she's saying this
Boy I missed your kisses all the time but
This is twentyfive minutes too late
Though travelled so far
Boy I'm sorry you are
Twentyfive minutes too late
Against the wind I'm going home again
Wishing me back to time when we were more than friends
But I still see her in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looked so happy in her weddingdress
But she's cried while she was saying this
Out in the streets
Places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat
Inside my head still I can hear the words she said
I can still hear her say

'The closer a man approaches tragedy the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment’ – A. Miller

The Gunners seemed shaken by the horrific injury to their team-mate and this shows a clear sense of team spirit, it is just as likely that the harshness of this Birmingham afternoon will galvanise these young sportsmen. But now more than ever, they need the likes of Kolo Toure and Robin van Persie back in quick time, or criticism of Wenger's inexperienced squad will quickly gain wind.Arsenal have shown immense resolve in times of difficulty so far this season, repeatedly proving doubters wrong, and it will be no surprise if the team rally round each other and channel their emotions towards the only fitting tribute Eduardo merits - achieving what they are so clearly capable of. However, it is just as likely that the wheels could come off amid a shortage of personnel and experience.

Pride of City prevails on an emotional day

The moment that best summed up this remarkable day in Manchester came not before the game, as had been expected, but afterwards.

As Manchester City players left the field with a unexpected victory behind them, they were afforded an ovation from the supporters of their neighbours and rivals in the Stretford End.

There are some things in football that will happen only once in a lifetime. This was certainly one of them.

Having witnessed a minute's silence observed impeccably by those supporters in sky blue before kick-off it appeared that this gesture, as painful as it must have been, was meant as some kind of thank you. And how appropriate.

This really could have been a dreadful day, one that had been approached with a certain trepidation by both clubs. Thrown together by the fixture planners four days after the 50th anniversary of the Munich air disaster, United and City found themselves at the mercy of their supporters as they endeavoured to mark the occasion with a period of silence.

On this occasion — for once — decency prevailed. It was difficult not to be fearful as the sound of a lone piper leading both teams on to the field was soon drowned out by the chanting of 3,000 City supporters squeezed into one corner of Old Trafford.

Despite the efforts of both clubs to promote a feeling of solidarity, perhaps we were asking a little too much. But once referee Howard Webb's whistle signalled a period of remembrance for the 23 victims of the disaster, this small corner of Manchester fell beautifully silent.

On a stunning late winter's day, the sun shone on Sir Matt Busby's fallen sons, in more ways than one.

For once, a rivalry as fierce as any was placed to one side as a proud public recognised that any dissent yesterday would reflect not just on their footb all clubs, but on their city.

What must be clear is that the seeds of yesterday's triumph had been sown by staff at City as long as two years ago. Tired of the damage that persistent 'Munich' chants were doing to the club's reputation and aware that the anniversary was looming, City opened a dialogue with their supporters' associations with a view to eradicating this ugly habit.

Yesterday, a rare piece of forward thinking bore fruit and few can really begrudge the manner in which City's supporters were rewarded by what happened on the field.

The signs were encouraging outside the ground before the game as City fans arrived earlier than usual and then filed relatively peacefully inside to find commemorative blue and white scarves on their seats.

Some had gone to extra trouble themselves and one lady took her seat with the number 23 and the words 'Never Forget' on the back of her blue shirt. A tribute to a former City player, the late Marc Vivien-Foe who wore that squad number, or to those who died at Munich? On this occasion it didn't really matter.

Whether yesterday's display of unity sets the tone for the future remains to be seen.
Manchester is a proud city, one that is happier cocking a snook at Liverpool, for its perceived lack of sophistication, or London, for its apparent conceit. Surely football rivalries in this part of the world can be fierce, deep and bitter without being indecent as well.

Whatever the future holds, if sport really does imitate life, Manchester was a pretty decent place to be yesterday.

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