tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67565984788453425722024-02-18T21:11:31.493-08:00Cursive TypeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955084706716014noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756598478845342572.post-40455020128763655682014-09-28T05:53:00.003-07:002014-09-28T05:54:38.471-07:00Back On The Blog/ Blogging as a Buoy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Here I am
again; Sitting on my old desk chair, headphones in, staring at a mostly empty
Word document trying to come up with a string of words decent enough to be
posted on the interwebs. I had not expected to find myself in this position
ever again. Somewhere during the first weeks of summer I stopped blogging. I
stopped trying to come up with 600 words or less pieces about wrung out truths.
I stopped typing or picking up pens. I stopped writing.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Summer is a
time for re-invention, or so thought. I was just recovering from my junior year
of high school, which had been far from positive and now that I had time to
look back at all that had happened, all the mistakes I made and the effect they
had had on my mental health, I decided I needed a change. Or to be more exact,
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">My plan for ‘
having a better senior year and life in general’ relied so heavily on the belief that change
was beneficial, that I quit and threw out almost anything that related to my
junior year. This blog included. I thought that to get to a better place, I
could not take anything that reminded me of where I came from with me. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">I could not
have been more wrong. While coming up with my grand scheme to turn around my
life, I forgot that I had to thank many little positive activities for the fact
that I even got through junior year. These ‘me-experiences’ like writing this
blog, riding horses and wasting time with my friends in the park had functioned
as coping mechanism. Maybe all these experiences were all somehow overshadowed
by the terribleness of my school year and maybe I didn’t need them as much
while it was summer, but that does not mean they are unimportant. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">It means the
exact opposite, actually. Right now, I like to believe that the things we reach
for when we are bored/lonely/sad/confused/tired are the ones that matter most.
Because they somehow alleviate all the suckiness that is going on for a moment.
Recently on Rookie I read Dylan describe hobbies as ‘doors’. I don’t think
hobbies are just ‘doors’, they can also be buoys. What we hold on to, to
prevent save ourselves from drowning. It’s incredible how important finding
those things that relieve your misery is, because then you will know no matter
how low you get in life, you will always have writing/dancing/watching Friends/playing
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">So that is
my overly lengthy explanation as to why I’m returning to this blog with a
somewhat clumsily written post. Because I want to keep my buoy in the water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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First of all, let me begin this post with a sort-of apology for my absence. The past few weeks exams and studying for these exams decided to swallow up all my time and sanity (stress...). Fortunately I have made it through my exam period to come out alive and ready for relaxation, because the end of my last exam on Friday meant the beginning of summer for me! I feel extremely excited and giddy with the thought of so much FREEDOM ahead of me. The inevitable boredom, loneliness because all my friends are out of town and going-back-to-school stress all haven't set in yet and right now I am certain that this summer is going to be THE BEST EVA.<br />
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Initially my plan was to come up with a post schedule for this blog during the summer, so I could be more active on here and fight my boredom with writing as much as possible. However, I decided not to do it. This is because this summer I want to do things differently. Every summer at the begin of my period of relative freedom, when I'm filled with start-of-summer-excitement, I always come up with a list of projects-to-do, books-to-read, movies-to-watch and experiences-to-have. I have never succeeded in completing any of these lists, because after two weeks of 'the most intense summer experience ever', I come down with a case of summer burn-out and stay inside while marathoning Gossip Girl for a week.<br />
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This summer this hopefully won't happen. Besides going to the US to attend a leadership/politics-program (I'm so excited and nervous. omg.), a trip with my family and the aspiration to finally get that summer job, I have nothing planned for this summer. No lists with to-do's or to-read's or to-see's. I can just do whatever I want. Off course I will read and watch movies and go out with friends, but this time it will just come down to what I feel like on a particuliar day. I'm not going to force myself to read Great American Literature or 'visit at least three musuems with a friend' if I don't want to. Because that is the thing with to-do lists, they are a lot easier to write down than to actually complete.<br />
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Maybe I'll be able to make the most of my freedom this way. By just doing what I want, reading what I want, watching what I want - simply living how I want - I might actually become a bit more capable of understanding what I want and like and what I want to spend my time on when I have full control over it.<br />
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<i>*Warning: Very random and long post ahead* </i>Everyday my summer vacation draws closer, but I'm still in that state where I know it's coming but its just not there <i>yet. </i>While I'm constantly occupied with Life, thoughts and inspiration come in short spontaneaous burts. Like weeds sprouting through a cracked pavement that consists mostly of exam papers. At the moment I just don't have the space to string all these instances together and find the recurring theme (if life ever has one, that is). Therefore I decided to employ my illustrious talent for list-making to create a somewhat readable account of thoughts and observations I've been having lately.<br />
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<b>1. I want to posses all beauty, all at once</b><br />
I've been experiencing moments of enormous happiness without reason lately. I think I might be falling in love with life. I just never realized happiness could be so addicting. The more I posses it, the more I want of it. In my brightest moments my mind will go on a trip to every beautiful thing in life. Ones I have experienced in the past and ones I wish to experience. The latter are especially strong. I want to posses all these instances, all at ones. I want to lose myself in a Cambridge library, enveloped by epic tales written in words from the past. At the same time I want to serenade a wasted youth, kissing a boy with a late summer-smile in a parking lot, illuminated by the multi-coloured lights of 7-Eleven. (I'm romanticizing, off course. That is what happiness does to someone.) I want to conquer the busy Parisian streets. I want to revisit my old summer home. I want to listen to The Clash, but sing along to Taylor Swift in the same instance. I want to live the stories on my reading list all at the same time. I want to make new friends and catch up with every one I lost contact with. I want to rekindle old passions, while performing every act unknown to me. I want to experience all beauty and I want to have it be part of me. I want to be made of beauty. I want, I want, I want..... I want to live.<br />
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<b>2. Sometimes meaning is overrated</b><br />
I'm a constant narrator of my own life, searching for wrung-out metaphors and hidden truths in every moment I divide my days in clearly defined acts as if they're part of a play. I do all this, because I'm continually searching for Meaning (with a capital M) in my every action. Recently, I watched 'Big Easy Express'. It's a documentary about the tour Mumford & Sons, Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros and Old Crow Medicine Show took across the US in a train filled with music. Unlike many other movies about people doing something remotely artistic, very little is said in this film. No one tries to come up with some deeper truth behind their travels and music, except simple enjoyment. I have been looking at my days a little more as if I'm on the Big Easy Express. I've found that a lot of moments don't need to have Meaning (with a capital M), to be good and make me feel all good inside. Not everything is part of a greater narrative, exploring some main theme. Sometimes things just <i>are.</i><br />
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<b>3. Misery is the new black</b><br />
Feeling good has made me realize a lot of people I spend a lot of time with and believe to care about really enjoy the idea of feeling bad. They wear their negativity like a cool accessory. Expressing they hate this band, or that movie or these people makes them even more cool, or should I say 'edgy'. I have to admit I have taken part in this many times, but now I simply don't understand what the big deal is with hating things. It sure isn't a productive way of living. Perhaps it's because when we believe that having common interests helps to make friends, we are faced with two options: Finding people who like the same thing(s) as you or finding people who hate the same thin(s) you hate. Often it's easier to find someone who also doesn't like (or actually just doesn't care or doesn't know about them, but nods when you express your dislike) One Direction instead of meeting someone who shares your love for Katy Perry/80s movies/thrift shopping/Rupert Grint/Lord of The rings. After all, t<span style="background-color: white; font-family: sl-ApresRegular; font-size: 15px; line-height: 27px;">he enemy of my enemy is a friend.</span><br />
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The first months of this year weren't the best times for me, I felt like things had gone very dark and didn't believe brighter days would come again. Yet, like the changing of the seasons, they did. All it took was waiting. Now that I'm living right in the middle of the good times, I still posses the knowledge that this happiness, like my sadness, is also fleeting. I'm usually very sceptical when it comes to Balance-YingYang-Inspirational Quote-stuff, but I do want to believe that life is like a scale held in balance by Good Stuff and Bad Stuff. I feel like they come in waves and the only thing I can do is ride the good ones and wait for the bad ones to ebb. The believe that I control the way life plays out is still very alive within me, but spending some time in the Bad Stuff-wave has made me realize that sometimes shit just happens and all you can do is try to deal with it as far as your capability allows. Maybe this is all just Good Wave talk, but for now it works as a pretty solid philosophy. (Or at least, the best one I can come up with at the moment ;) )<br />
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Some time ago I wrote that things were vey hectic in my life, little did I know that was just the begining. The last few days have been blur of graduation ceremonies, extracurricular activities, parties and late night essay writing sessions. There is no time in between to really register what actually happened. My body constantly seems to be ahead of my mind.<br /><br /><div>
This intense level of constant activity has also made me realize I'm a true introvert. I do really enjoy all these social events, but after a whole day of being around other people, I am exhausted and feel like I need time to enjoy some aloneness (which, I might add, is very different from loneliness). My social-exhaustion also changes several habits I have, including the books/Tv-shows/movies/music I 'consume'. I find myself throwing my 'sophisticated smart (/pretentious) people'- literature to side and picking up easy reading YA series. I suddenly go on a Disney Channel- movie binge and my favorite musice genre changes into 'love songs about high school boys'. </div>
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These entertainment choices go against everything that I as an entertainment snob (I know, it's bad) believe in. I'm that person who proclaims there is no hope for society when I see trashy reality TV and go on a thirty minute long rant when I see some book about an unrealisticly sappy romance is on the top of the bestseller list. This is not just outward appearance. I do truly love my <i>high-brow-intellectual-pretentious-person </i>entertainment and get sad when I see it doesn't recieve the recognition (or at least, I <i>think</i>) it deserves. I hate to see a theatre or museum close because lack of visitors or really cool artists not getting a big enough audience to support themselves. I am (or was) truly puzzled about why others can't appreciate poetry or 18th century lit or some indie film, like I do. </div>
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My own change of behavior this week has really made me cirtically look at my attitude. As I observe that the busier and more exhausted I become, the simpler my entertainment gets, I wonder if all that artsy-intellectual is only appealing for those who have time to worry about it. There are many great literary novels that, however brilliant, are actually really depressing. They're inspiring and thought-provoking, but not something I like to read after a long day of studying/work/socializing with family you barely know. Sometimes I already have to many things to worry about to leave room for some fictional artist's existential crisis.</div>
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I know that there are many more much more complicated factors that influence what kind of entertainment/media a person consumes, but perhaps I should be more understanding when I see 'said book about sappy romance' sell better than 'intellectual artsy novel about wretchedness of society'. One of the most powerful things entertainment does is providing an escape. Especially when life gets hard, a world that is different from ours becomes appealing. That can be a world with magic and dragons or one where simply all man our amazingly romantic lovers. Or one created by Disney for 12-year olds. Quite often <i>high-brow-intellectual-pretentious-person </i>entertainment doesn't offer this escape, or does it in a more complicated way. A complicated way that you don't want to deal with after your own life has already worn you out. </div>
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All my ramblings above do not mean that this whole phenomenon is not more complex. Many factors have a say in what kind of media and entertainment a person consumes. It also shouldn't be forgotten that <i>high-brow-intellectual-pretentious-person </i>entertainment can often make us feel understood, inspired or just simply happy. Good art doesn't always have to be sad. </div>
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Like I ussually do when I discover something I like the slightest bit, I Google'd Vanessa Carlton. After discovering she was the girl from the 'A Thousand Miles'-song (Have you seen 'White Chicks'?) that has been played so many times I just can't not be annoyed by it and watching several early-2000s videoclips, I stumbled upon her 2011 album 'Rabbits On the Run'. (You can listen to it <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsaZOc8y-FM&list=PLA7B5C07D84EF0DEA" target="_blank">here</a> and if you like it you can be a good person and buy it.) Maybe it's because I don't know much about music, but I had never heard something like it before. </div>
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It is like a cute-sy singer/songwriter album, but strange. The first two songs 'Carrousel' and 'I don't want to be a bride' set a very magical fairy-taleish tone for the rest of the album. I immediately tought of Alice in Wonderland when I heard 'Carrousel'. Although both songs are upbeat and have a magical feeling to them, they also somehow sound haunting. In the rest of the songs on the album, for example 'Hear the Bells' and 'The Marching Line', this feeling that I can only describe as 'Bittersweet about the fact that everything is fleeting' is even more present. </div>
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All the songs, some of which consist mostly of piano with very little vocals, on 'Rabbits on the run' are very different from 'A Thousand Miles' and other songs from Vanessa that have slightly awkward video clips.(I have to admit I'm not a really big fan of those, although in every song she shows she can really play and sing.) Still the songs from 'Rabbits' are just as nice to listen to. </div>
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"Why are you dressed like that?" and "Do you have somewhere special to go to?" Where just a few of several comments I received on my outfit today. When I decided to put on what I was wearing in the morning I had never expected, or hoped for, receiving any response to the way I was dressed. I had simply put on these clothes, because I thought I would enjoy wearing them.<br /><br />I would be lying if I said that I can't understand at all where my clothing critiquers were coming from. I had indeed decided to put on a black dress with a black blazer on top of it, an outfit that can be seen as quite formal for a regular schoolday. The fact that several people pointed this out wasn't what bothered me about the comments I received. It was the "why"-question that often followed that did.<br /><br />In asking someone to explain why they made certain fashion choices, lies the belief (that some may be aware of having and others unconciously act upon) that the reason 'I wear it, because I like it' is not valid or lacking. Now this is not a belief that is uncommon and I experience having it as well when I stand in front of the mirror and find myself wondering "if this shirt isn't too crazy" or "if these heels won't look weird under these jeans".<br />
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Fashion is a very outward directed form of expression. The world gets a better view of my outfits than I do myself, so it isn't strange to assume that dressing up is something one does for the world instead of themselve. Yet, when we hold on to that belief, we forget fashion (or just wearing clothes) is a form of expression and expression is inseparably linked to feelings within ourselves.<br />
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Sometimes putting on certain clothes is a way to show these feelings to the world. To let my nine-inch bright red heels shout "Look at world! Because today I'm a badass b*tch from hell!". However, it can also work the other way around. Dressing in a certain way, can make me feel certain things. When I wear my favourite dress and put my brand new wedges under it, I instantly feel like a million bucks. Or when I put on my paint-splattered sneakers and a band tee, I will secretely be convinced I'm a really cool and artistic person that is ready to make art all day. It's like playing dress up with emotions and identities.<br />
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The realization that fashion can do pretty awesome (and maybe even magical) things just for me has been vital for me to have fun in shopping for and wearing clothing. For way too long the belief that I was dressing for the world has left me frustrated each morning and every time I set foot in a clothing store. Trying to either please or make a statement with every item you put on can become a pretty tiring task, that for me eventually resulted in complete disregard for all things that had to do with 'personal style'. I only started to enjoy dressing myself again, once I realised it was a tool I could use for my personal expression and happiness.<br />
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Life's been keeping me busy, so I haven't had the chance to post as much as I wanted to. With the summer coming up there is a ton of stuff to be finished before everyone decides to relinquish their responsibilities for several weeks. Not just in school, but outside of it as well. I'm drowning in assignments for final grades and in the meantime friends, clubs and family want to meet one last time before 'the big break'. <div>
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As life speeds up, I can feel my thoughts slowing down. Something is constantly happening the present, so there simply is no time to lose myself in that world outside of clocked hours to come up with new philosophies. When I do manage to have a few minutes to myself all I want is to be passive. I don't think. I don't write. I don't draw. I'm just very tired. </div>
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I like it this way. Not giving my thoughts to much room means they can't trick me and let me fall in crippling spirals of anxiety. Things happen and I react to them. I simply keep going and don't question it. This has resulted in me feeling quite well (if I say so myself) lately.<br /><br />Yet, I feel that this constantly moving person isn't really me. Sometimes I imagine my life as a train that is speeding through a station. I am sitting inside of it, but I'm standing out on the platform as well. From the grey concrete I can see myself sitting in the train seat, moving quickly towards a new destination. I see the small windows fly by. I can even feel the gusts of wind the speeding vehicle creates, but I'm still an onlooker left behind. I'm not really <i>there. </i><br /><br />I like thinking. It's part of who I am and I consider my capacity to do so an extremely valuable asset. So when life prohibits me to do so it isn't strange that I feel lost. This does make me fearful of the future. The more I grow up, the busier with 'life' I become. Which is logical, since you don't fulfill responsibilities by having introspective thoughts and scribbling in your diary. When I take this conclusion further it would result in the very teen angsty-belief that when you grow up, you lose yourself. I don't want to believe that and I really don't want it to be true, but maybe that doesn't matter because life asks me to keep going. </div>
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If it ever
so happens that I get to confess my love for Jane Austen, people usually assume
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bigger nerd than I was before – I just really enjoy the <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> movie with Kiera Knightley. Now, I really do love
that film. I probably watched it over twenty times and I will admit that with
every time my crush on Mr. Darcy became bigger (gah!). Still, when I say I love
Jane Austen I’m not just talking about that movie. I am actually talking about
all her novels, but also about the really cool spin-offs that have sprung up in
the last 200 years. In the last two years or so that I have been reading
Austen’s novels, I’ve stumbled upon lots of these new adaptations. Because I think
some of these gems are worth checking out, even if you’re not into Regency
novels and stuck-up guys in tight pants, I decided to share my favorite ones
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with a very simple one, my favorite Austen novel. It’s <i>Persuasion</i>. Now this might not seem like a novel that lacks attention (which it doesn’t!), but I feel like <i>Pride & Prejudice </i>and <i>Sense
& Sensibility o</i>r are the novels everyone immediately knows. They’re
also probably the ones that are/were on your school’s reading list, which is a
real loss because I think <i>Persuasion </i>is
a really awesome and relatable novel. So, why is it so great? Well, I could
mention all kinds of literary terms or give an in-depth analysis of the
relationships in the novel, but I’m just going to say this; Anne is just like
us. She’s a real girl, who makes mistakes and has been through some hard times
that have made her more of a realist than an optimist. So when I found out for
the first time that she eventually gets a happy ending, it felt like I was
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Zombies</i> by Seth Graham Smith is basically a dream come true for me.
(Seriously, this is the kind of stuff you come up with in a strange dream.) It’s
the perfect mix of two things I really love. Kick-ass action and Regency
romance. The book is very similar to the original Pride & Prejudice, almost
75% of the original text is still in there, but instead of reading Elizabeth
spends her time slaying zombies. The book also contains some very nicely done
illustrations of Elizabeth and her friends cutting of limbs and engaging in
hand-to-hand combat. Even if you hate everything having to do with Jane Austen,
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the book while following the series can really help to understand what is
actually happening and relate to Austen’s characters better. Even if you don’t
have to read anything for school, this web series is a lot of fun to watch.
Emma wears super fashionable out, Mr. Knightley is a real cutie and every
episode is either so funny or so shocking that you have to keep on watching.
So, every Monday and Thursday I always look forward to the new video going up
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been procrastinating on every other creative project in my life. It's not
a very good development and it's making me feel pretty un-awesome. There is one
good thing that comes from my slacker attitude, though; I start doing other
things to avoid writing/collaging/painting/taking pictures. For example, I
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from my past. Most of these things were either falling apart or served merely
as an embarrasing reminder of my awkward past-selves, but I also found some
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have always loved to write and draw and tell stories in anyway possible. The
notebooks from the bottom of my closet, that date all the way back to 2007, are
the most honest testimony to this passion. In sloppy script and misspelled
verbs I created tales about new worlds or my own. (I found an excellent account
of my 6th grade compulsory swimming lessons. Hint: I did not enjoy them very
much.) I almost never showed these notebooks to others, so the stories I told
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is exactly what these notebooks were all about. My clean-up plan was cut short,
because I couldn't stop flipping through my old writings. The sentence
structure was poor, the exclamation mark usage superfluous and the
illustrations just plain awful, but they were so much fun too read. In every
word the excitement of little me about writing my very own story is tangible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I was having a good time on my bedroom floor, a somewhat uncomfortable feeling
crept up on me. "If I love it so much, why am I not writing right
now?" my overly-active brain couldn't help but ask and that is when I
realized something. The difference between me now and me with the old notebooks
mostly (aside from a better knowledge of conjugations) has to do with
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whenever I try to create something I can hear this little voice inside my head
called perfectionism yelling: "It better be good! It better be beautiful!
Do you even know what you are doing?!". Add being constantly exposed to
extremely good art from others and you have me completely paralyzed with the
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why?" would old notebook-me ask in reply. "When did creating start
being about doing well or impressing others? It was all about fun, right?"
And that is the moment when I realize that 9-year old me has more common sense
than I do now.<br />
She is absolutely right. Creating things is not my job, it's something those
wrinkly grown-ups like to call 'a hobby'. It's supposed to be <i>fun. </i>For <i>me. </i>It does, in fact, not have to
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(because I think it’s fun)? “Do it!” 9 year old Sabine yells. Do I want to make
a collage consisting solely of images of feet (because I think it’s fun)? “Do
it!” <br />Do I want to make a photo series exploring the usefulness versus the aesthetics
of the female body (because I think it’s fun)? “Do it!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The stories in the notebooks I found yesterday are terrible, but they managed
to make me smile even 7 years after writing them. I want all (or at least a lot
of) my work to be like that, even if that means it’s not that good. Fun.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955084706716014noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756598478845342572.post-65291144596328800812014-06-06T06:46:00.001-07:002014-06-06T06:46:15.206-07:00The worst kind of lost<span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 16px;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I
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I’m kind of feeling lost wherever I go</i></span></span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 16px;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><i> </i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 16px;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><i>And I could be staring it right in the face and I wouldn’t know</i></span></span><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 16px;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><i> </i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 16px;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><i>I think I’ve outgrown my home</i></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">These are lyrics from the song 'Out on my own' by Gabrielle Aplin, who has somehow managed to perfectly articulate all that I have been feeling lately. Only months ago the town I live in seemed exciting and full of life to me, but now all that I can see is overly visited hang out spots and repetition of scenery. Also school and all the drama and worries it brings no longer has the ability to fully occupy my mind. It feels like a place that already belongs to my past, but somehow is still part of my 'present' and will be for another full year. </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">Since reality feels like it doesn't fit me anymore I've been looking for homes in other places. In books and art and music. I've been reading stories I used to love and watching movies from when I still fit their tween demographic, but even these tales that I could once find so much comfort in feel like they no longer belong to me. The girl I used to find between the lines of 'This Lullaby' by Sarah Dessen (a novel I used to love when I was younger) is lost. </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">I am not sure what brought about this sudden feeling of outgrowing my current life. For someone with a set plans and clear goals for the future the longing to move on would be logical, but with me that is not the case. I have no clue where I am headed and it doesn't make me feel like some whimsical free spirit floating through life. On the contrary, my thoughts of the future are mostly filled with fear. </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">I recently read <a href="http://www.rookiemag.com/2013/12/december-11-2013/4/" target="_blank">a diary post</a> on <a href="http://rookiemag.com/" target="_blank">Rookie</a> by <a href="http://www.rookiemag.com/author/britney/" target="_blank">Britney</a> in which she wrote that as teenagers we are doomed to be cynical untill we see more of life. I believe she is right and that is also what makes me so anxious about the future, because what if it only makes me more cynical? What if I never find a place that fits me? </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">When I was younger the future seemed like a fantastical and terrifying unknown to me. I believed that when I would graduate I would ride off on a road with no destination, meeting cool people and experiencing amazing things along the way. I would truly live. Now that I am actively planning for college, summer draws closer and I will soon only have one year of high school left all the mystique is gone from my future. I know I will go to college. I know what colleges I will (probably) apply to and attend. I know what they look like. Hell, I even know what kind of room I will probably be living in once I graduate. This is no adventurous roadtrip through life. </span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">Yet, (like I mentioned earlier) I have no sense of the direction. I know, I'm paradoxical. All these images of days to come seem empty to me. The same kind of empty my life feels like right now. It's like I'm floating, following the direction of the stream, while I know I should be swimming. I should actively be filling that fantastical unknown with experiences and people and meaning. I am lost, but not in the way that feels like liberation. My kind of lost feels like an old sweater that I have gotten too big for. It fits a little too snug around the chest, my belly peeks out awkwardly and taken it off is a hard task. </span><br />
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It always happens right before or after the start of summer. My motivation drops to a new low. All the fun or relaxing things I had planned for summer are suddenly replaced by lying in bed and browsing Tumblr all day. I know it's okay to sometimes not be doing/creating amazing things and just watch movies/shows and read books all day, but when I hit the point of complete motivationlessness I'm not even doing that. The stack of books I borrowed remains untouched and I don't even bother to look up that movie my friend told me about on Netflix. Being lazy like this is not a lot of fun, especially if it goes on for days. That's why I decided to make a list of fun things to do that require minimum effort. Hopefully I will manage get my ass off the couch this summer.<br />
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<b>The List of Things To Do For Lazy People</b><br />
1. Write in your diary<br />
2. Go out for a walk<br />
3. Facebook chat/snapchat/text a friend<br />
4. Cut pictures you like from magazines and make a supersimple collage<br />
5. Doodle<br />
6. Paint (a rainbow)<br />
7. Read a magazine (bonus points if you run to the store to get one)<br />
8. Ride your bike<br />
9. Go window shop<br />
10. Paint your nails<br />
11. Make a really simple bracelet<br />
12. Make a playlist of favorite songs<br />
13. Write bad poetry<br />
14. Go out and get ice cream<br />
15. Make a To Do- list<br />
16. Write a blogpost<br />
17. Rearrange your Itunes library<br />
18. Dance around your room<br />
19. Take selfies<br />
20. Write letters that you are never going to send<br />
21. Jump rope<br />
22. Take a long bath/shower<br />
23. Try out a facial mask/ other beauty product you still have lying around<br />
24. Write a six word story<br />
25. Take random pictures<br />
26. Put stickers on random things<br />
27. Braid your hair<br />
28. Write down the lyrics to your favorite song and decorate them<br />
29. Put on make up (as bold as you like)<br />
30. Look at old pictures saved on your computer/camera/phone<br />
31. Make lists of random things (favorite movies, things you loved when you were little, current obsessions)<br />
32. Go out and pick flowers (and let them dry to later do supercool projects with)<br />
33. Make an omelet/grilled cheese/club sandwich and eat it<br />
34. Sort your bookshelve on color<br />
<b>35. The hardest one and the most effective of them all. Get out of your pyjamas and get dressed. </b><br />
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I hoped this list will help me and maybe some other people to stay active. Have you got any tips on how to get your ass of the couch when you have no incentive to do so?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955084706716014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756598478845342572.post-47168759462580292632014-06-02T23:03:00.000-07:002014-06-02T23:02:01.442-07:00The most amazing sleepover ever: The essentials<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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They were
the highlight of my 13-year old social life. Sometimes they required weeks of
preparation, sometimes (if your friend’s parents were really cool) they were
planned the afternoon before. I’m talking about sleepovers. Staying the night
at a friend’s house - or having your friends stay over at yours - promised a night during which you would gossip
about every girl in the 8<sup>th</sup> grade, confess your secret crushes and
laugh so hard you woke your (friend’s)
parents up. It was the most serious form of girl bonding. Because being older
shouldn’t mean you can’t have a super
fun night with your friends and because I’m feeling slightly nostalgic for my ‘tween’
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<a name='more'></a><b><span lang="EN-US"><br />Great Girl Movies </span></b><span lang="EN-US"><br />
Most of the time watching movies was our ‘main activity’ during slumber
parties. Usually during the second film someone would hit pause, to tell about
‘that crazy thing that happened in the locker room the other day’ and bring an
end to our planned movie marathon. Or we would just spend the entire movie
discussing which actor was cuter. Still, the movie choices you make for your
fantastic night in are important. If you chose them well, they will get you
into exactly the right sleep over-y girl-y mood. Something about seeing other girls, who just
wear a lot cuter outfits than you, experiencing the turmoil of life (and love)
makes it easier to open up to your friends about your own stories. Some of my
recommendations are ‘John Tucker Must Die’,
‘Mean Girls’, ‘Clueless’, ‘The Sleepover’ (how fitting), ‘Easy A’ and
any other movie that contains a group of best friends, video montages with
awesome musical numbers and fabulous make-overs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></b><span lang="EN-US">Besides being a
fun-packed night, the sleepover was also a chance for me and my friends to (secretly) break from what our parents called
‘a healthy diet’. For one night our parents didn’t have any control over what
we put in our mouths, as longs as the didn’t find out. I still have many fond
memories of hiding bags of chips underneath my pillowcase. Because we didn’t
know when we would be able to consume a combo of Skittles, Pringles and Sprite
again we would usually eat so much that by the end of the night we swore we
would never touch candy again and were experiencing a very bad sugar high. Any
food is good for a sleepover as long as it is unhealthy and can be bought with
a middle school-budget. Supermarket brand soda, budget-size bags of chips,
pixie sticks and gummy worms are all a great choice. If you really want to
throw a cool girl’s sleepover and have your very own dinner, order a pizza.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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need to be reading up on Chanel’s new designs for fall during your epic night
in. What you do need is many pictures of cute actors, ‘What Type of ……. Are You’-
quizzes and really-lame-but-somehow-hilarious fill-in stories. Basically buy
the worst magazines you can find. I still remember very well how we used to sit
around with very earnest faces as we found out ‘what the colors in our room
said about our personality’ and read what Zac Efron’s dream date was, but at
the same time laughed out loud at how completely unrelatable and ridiculous everything
written in these wonderful publications was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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a fast-food binge, during sleepovers we
also broke from the way we usually treated make-up. In the days most of the
sleepovers happened some of us weren’t
allowed to wear make-up yet and those of us that did kept it simple,
because our parents and teachers would never be okay with bright purple eyelids.
Staying up until 2PM gave us the opportunity
to break the rules. During those nights make-up got a whole different meaning
for us. It wasn’t about looking pretty, but about having fun . It wasn’t about
what our parents wanted or what the boys thought looked nice, it was about us and how much we enjoyed putting color on our
faces. Although your make-up skills might be a bit better than those of a 13
year old, when you have a sleepover don’t have anything but fun with your eye
shadows and lipsticks. Experiment. Give your friends the ugliest make-over
ever. Paint all your nails in three different colors. Do each other’s make-up
with your eyes closed. Put on all your eye shadows on all at once. Try to make
20 different braids in your hair. Anything goes when your sleep-deprived and
have a drugstore-bought make up kit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US">Your comfiest (preferably ugliest) pyjamas <br />
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it comes to dressing for your night in. Laughing until you cry, lying on top of
each other in a too small bed, braiding each other’s hair – it’s hard work that
needs the right attire. There is something
really great about planning a spontaneous sleepover and having to use your
friend’s old PJs or oversized camp shirt to sleep in. You look anything but
‘sexy’ and probably quite ridiculous, but if your friends are wearing their
ugly PJs/oversized shirts as well you’re looking ridiculous together - which
only adds to the collective face-stuffing
secret crush-confessing mood. (Or your friends look really good and they
can laugh at how unsexy you are. Also great.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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most of all the sleepover I threw and went to was how spending the night with
your friends on the bedroom floor made you enter a whole new social territory.
Anything could be confessed during those nights together. Nothing was too
embarrassing, shocking or lame to be shared and (most of the time) what was
discussed in the bedroom stayed in the bedroom. So huddle together in your
sleeping beds and share that story about how you kissed a guy you actually
didn’t like, the bra you stole from that girl because she made the dance team
instead of you and how you still sometimes cry over the guy you broke up with
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955084706716014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756598478845342572.post-12280288540944718122014-06-01T06:03:00.001-07:002014-06-01T06:49:22.799-07:00A list for feeling unaloneI've been feeling very disconnected with the world lately. Maybe it's because not much is happening in my life, or maybe it's because I'v been getting to know this thing called 'loneliness' too well. I'm constantly looking for something to relate to, some part of myself, in the world outside but I keep coming up short. So instead of fixing my lost connection, I've developed several other ways to feel somewhat unalone. Since making lists is my expertise, I decided to make a lists of the (strange) things I do to feel somewhat connected.<br />
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Almost all the time I have this very teen-angsty feeling of 'I'm so alone in my troubles. No one understands what I'm going through!' But then I read Noami's, Ruby's and Britney's entries and look at Caitlin's art <a href="http://www.rookiemag.com/category/dear-diary/" target="_blank">here </a>and suddenly I realize there are people in this universe who feel exactly the same way as I do. When I look at the people around me I always assume they only have rational thoughts and feelings that arise as a logical result of a certain event or happening. Reading the entries of these girls has makes me feel like I can be more comfortable with the fact that I have feelings that are weird or complicated or don't make sense at all. Going through several months in one day also allows for witnessing very visible 'ups' in the girls' lives.</div>
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Sometimes when I have nothing else to do I will type how I'm feeling at that moment into the Tumblr search bar, just to see how others express their happiness/sadness/anger. Strangely enough it gives me a lot of comfort to read that some random person just found a new apartment or had a fight with his/her best friend or had to stay in bed for two days because of a bad cold. Perhaps I enjoy knowing that those things happen completely unaffected by me. That while I'm happy there are many others who feel the same way, but also many who at that same moment are having the worst day ever and vice versa.<br />
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I've never really been a fan of Taylor and her music was simply part of those songs that I have on my iPod, but only ever listen to when I put it on shuffle. This was also exactly how everything changed and Taylor became my best friend. On a long car ride home from Antwerp with my parents I had put my Ipod on shuffle and suddenly Taylor Swift's song 'Fifteen' came on. Too sleepy from the soft rocking of our vehicle I didn't bother to skip it and kept listening. In a heartfelt manner Taylor told me about her boy troubles, meeting her best friend in math class and her dreams of becoming a singer. This song was like all the non-events of my high school life wrapped up in a bubbly feel-good melody. I've been playing her albums on repeat ever since, because no cool indie rockband can give me the same comfort as listening to my cooler best friend sing about our lives. </div>
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Sometimes all those diary entries I read, those Tumblr posts I see and Taylor Swift songs I listen to feel like one part of a dialogue. The other part is left for me to fill in and lately I've been doing a lot of that. My diary is getting fuller faster than ever and I have my art stuff (actually an old box with paints, pencils and magazines to cut up) out several times a week. The stuff I write or make isn't always very good, but that doesn't really matter. In creating things, even if they are just about my angsty feelings, I feel like I am contributing to some greater discussion. I sometimes secretely hope that when I'm brave enough to show my (better) works to someone they will jump up and say: "That's it! That's exactly what I have been feeling lately! Lets's become best friends and talk about how scary growing up is and make art together and share our diary entries." (Okay, maybe that last bit is a bit too much to ask for ;) ) </div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">As I’m writing this I can hear the rain falling softly
on my window, my heater is on and even though it’s May I’m wearing a thick
sweater. I love days like this. When it rains and you can just let your mind
wander. That’s why I didn’t want to write any serious posts today. I just
wanted to make a cup of tea, sit back and appreciate this sweater weather.
Still, I thought it would be nice if you could enjoy it with me. So I decided
to give you an impression of my rainy afternoon, which also gave me a good excuse
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Rain in May is a strange and lovely thing. The trees
are green, you can hear the birds sing, yet the sky is threateningly gray.
Somehow it makes for the loveliest symphony of soft chirps and falling
raindrops as well as the sweet smell of flowers with that of the one-of-a-kind
scent the earth gets when it has just rained. The flowers on my balcony (yes, I
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Good times need a good soundtrack. I hadn’t listened
to Mumford & Sons for the longest time until this afternoon. I love their
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blog. I feel like everything is finally coming together. I really like the new
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Good books and tea, the essentials for a rainy day. The
tea is green with citrus, which I have been drinking liters of lately. The
books are some of my favorites: </span><i style="line-height: 115%;">A Wild
Sheep Chase</i><span style="line-height: 115%;"> by Haruki murakami, </span><i style="line-height: 115%;">Will
Grayson, Will Grayson</i><span style="line-height: 115%;"> by John Green and </span><i style="line-height: 115%;">The
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really addicted to the BBC series, which made me eventually decide to try out
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Hello there people of the internet! Over the last few days it has grown incredibly quiet over here. So, what happened? Life. Which means lots of things, that also include doing absolutely nothing. It is easter/spring break at the moment and I have spend most of my time simply recovering from insane school-related stress. Unfortunately, school-related anxiety won't be over completely untill coming Saturday when I have to take the SAT (aka ruiner of dreamers, creator of tears and causer of existential crises). It is seriously making me question the purpose of higher education, though.<br />
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When Saturday finally rolls, though, the fun does begin. On Monday I will be leaving to China! I'm going on an exchange trip with my high school and I'm extremely excited. I recieved the first email from the girl with whose family I will be staying and she seems very sweet and excited to meet me. Who knows, perhaps a friend in the making. <br />
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Besides practicing coloring dots and getting foreign money, I've also been thinking a lot. Not just about random stuff you really don't want to hear about, but about this blog. Although I had a lot of time to update during this vacation, I didn't. It wasn't because I didn't feel like writing, I've actually been putting tons of stuff down on paper and have some pretty cool writing-related things coming up that I'll tell more about soon. All this non-blog writing made me realize that maybe I started out the wrong way with this blog. I thought I would enjoy making posts about clothing, make-up and cute DIY's because that is what a large percentage of the bloggers does. Well, guess what; I don't enjoy it. <br />
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So I'm very glad that there are blogs that write about fashion/lifestyle-related things, because I'm not going to anymore. That might be a bit of an exaggeration. There will still be DIY's and helpful posts and maybe even some fashion/beauty, but a larg part of this blog will be bout the things I 'create'. Writing, art and personal stuff - those are the things I enjoy writing about. I don't want to create posts that aren't of good quality, because I feel like I have to posts or it is something I know people will like. I want to give you guys writing, photography and other creative stuff that you can enjoy as much as I enjoy making it.<br />
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Like I mentioned earlier, on Monday I will leave for China. This means I will be gone for about two weeks. I have some posts prepared that will come online while I'm gone, so this blog won't completely grow quiet. Once I come back I want to truly come back.I've got lots of ideas. Perhaps I'll also change the theme a bit. Í want to start making this blog making this blog truly <i>me. </i><br />
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when summer comes I’m in the mood for white beaches, palm trees and floral
bikinis. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m going to the US this summer or
if it’s my lifelong dream of going on a road trip surfacing, but this year summer makes me think of beat-up
trucks and high way signs. I love getting inspiration from anything having to
do with road trips. It’s not just the fashion, but also the music that comes with being on the road and off
course, that incomparable feeling of being young, free and lost. So for today I
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Whenever
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the US, I sometimes find it hard to explain. Probably because for me it’s not
about seeing the country, or having an adventurous vacation. I believe that
going on a roadtrip, especially one without a clear destination, makes you
experience a certain kind of liberation that you rarely find anywhere else. I
would love just to be out on the road with a few goods friends and go along
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being comfortable and having fun. And that also happens to be what I like my
fashion to be. To me this means lots of cut-off shorts, muscles tees, neon
prints, sneakers and natural hair. I decided to make a little collage with my road
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Friday again, wooh! This also means that it's time to share my favorites of this week. The
last 7 days were pretty great, since I’m on a two week break from school and
spring is finally in full swing. For me, this meant that this week was all
about being free, doing whatever makes you happy and having fun for fun’s sake.
Below the jump you’ll find comfy clothing, a strange music video and something about couches.</span><br />
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<b>Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac </b>Spring has sprung and it's making me feel free and ready to go explore the world. Hearing the birds sing and smelling the blooming flowers makes me want to wander without any clear directions or destination. This song by Fleetwood Mac fits my mood perfectly; sounding so relaxed and free, but at the same time bittersweet. I feel like it was written for those spring days during which you have no obligations and you feel slightly bored, so you just let your mind or your feet wander.<br /><b><br /></b><br />
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<b>Couch Potato by Mattie Kahn</b>. In the same spirit of wandering and being comfy, <a href="http://www.manrepeller.com/2014/04/couch-comfort.html" target="_blank">this article</a> from Manrepeller.com, explains why the couch is such a wonderful piece of furniture. Having spent a lot more hours than usual on my sofa, I must say I completely approve of the message it has.<br /><br /><b>What has made you happy this week? Hope you have a great weekend!</b></div>
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Do you ever
feel like your head is so filled with ideas that if you don’t get them down on
paper you’re going to descend into madness? Yeah, I’ve been feeling like that a
lot lately. Usually writing in my journal or scribbling in my notebook is
enough the calm my brain down, but during the past few weeks I’ve felt like I
need more than just words to get my thoughts out there. I want, no need, to
draw, collage an paint. Having no designated space yet for my doodles and other
imaginary figments, like the notebook/journal I keep for my writing, I decided to
create one with some gel-pens and weird stickers.</div>
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I picked this bright pink notebook up at the
store, which looks fine and dandy, but since the doodles and collages I make
are all for the sake of expressing myself the notebook needed to be a little
bit more ‘me’. To accomplish this, I got out my old box with stickers, some
magazines to cut up and colored paper. Then I plugged my iPod into my speakers
and just had a lot of good ol’ fun.</div>
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I wish I had dug up my old sticker collection a lot earlier, since some true
gems were hidden in there. Some of which I didn’t even put on the front of my
notebook, because they were a bit TOO much. (Think: Large pictures of dolphins
covered in glitter with a pink-and-yellow dotted frame around it.) The High School Musical and the cat one fitted perfectly, though. And did you see the awesome Twiggy drawing that I stole from Cosmo?</div>
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So this is
it. The finished result. I have to say I’m happy with it, especially since it
was so much fun to make and that’s what this notebook is all about: Fun.
Somehow it reminds me of the Burn Book from Mean Girls. Not because I’m going
to use it to shame my friends, but because it’s all about feelings like anger
and fear and insecurity and happiness and
letting them run wild in my own secret space. Maybe I should call this my Burn
Book from now on. Perhaps I’ll share
some of the collages/doodles/art/writing I put in there on this blog, or maybe I
won’t. <br />
Anyway, I do really suggest
making one if you feel like you need a place to get all those strange figments
that live inside your head on paper. Fun is guaranteed and come on, it’s looks so
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">During the last week I received several comments from very sweet bloggers that told me I was
nominated for a ‘Liebster award’. I had
no idea what this was, but it seemed pretty cool to be getting some kind of
'award'. It turned the Liebster Award is as awesome as it seems, since it gives
you the chance to discover new blogs and get to know the bloggers a little
better. So thank you, girls from <a href="http://lanovata.nl/">lanovata.nl</a>, <a href="http://l-eef.blogspot.nl/">l-eef.blogspot.nl/</a> and <a href="http://bite-the-cake.blogspot.nl/">bite-the-cake.blogspot.nl</a>, for
nominating me!</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">A few rules do apply to the award, which are:</span></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">1. Thank the person who nominated you and post the
link of her/his blog in your post<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">2. Put the award in your post or on your blog (that
pretty picture on top of this post)<br />
3. Answer the 11 questions that the person who nominated you asked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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followers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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new list of 11 questions<br />
7. Put the rules in your blogpost<br />
8. Let the bloggers know you've nominated them en give them the link to your
post. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Let's begin with 11 random
facts:</span></span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br />
1. I know conversational Mandarin<br />
2. My nails are painted lightblue at the moment<br />
3. Ever since buying a smartphone I've been (a little) addicted to it<br />
4. I starred in the music video of a Dutch rapper<br />
5. I want to study in the US after I finish high school<br />
6. I love grilled cheese<br />
7. I am currently looking for a job for the summer<br />
8. I procrastinate. A lot.<br />
9. I wish I could play guitar, but sadly I can't<br />
10. I really want to go on a roadtrip across the US someday<br />
11. I always spend at least 15 minutes on selecting the right music before I
start to write<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">Questions from Hiltsje</span>
</b>(<a href="http://lanovata.nl/">lanovata.nl</a>)</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br />
(I translated these from Dutch, so the original text is in italics following my
translation)</span><br />
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</span><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Why did
you start blogging?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> (<i>Waarom
ben je begonnen met bloggen?</i>)<br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I have always enjoyed writing, but I'm the kind of
person that needs an incentive to start doing anything creative. So blogging
seemed like a good way to force myself to write regularly. With my blog I also
wanted to create a spot where I could put everything that inspires me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Do you watch TV shows. </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">If so, which?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> (<i>Kijk je tv series, zo
ja welke?</i>)<br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Recently I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had the time
to follow any series on a weekly basis. The shows that I have followed (or
watched all the seasons of in an insane marathon) are: Sherlock, Doctor Who,
Community and The Vampire Diaries.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">What
place in the world would you like to visit?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;"> </span><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">(<i>Welke plek op de wereld zou je nog graag willen zien?)<br />
</i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">Too many to name! If it were possible, I would just
travel each and every day. I would really like to visit Japan, though. It seems
like a beautiful, as well as interesting and extremely diverse country.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">How
many pairs of shoes do you own? </span></b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">(<span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Hoeveel schoenen heb je?)</span></span></i><b><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;"><br />
</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">At the moment I have 8 pairs that are fit to wear, but
I only wear a few regularly. One pair of boots, one pair of ankle boots, two
pairs of sneakers, one pair of sandals, two pairs of heels and a pair of
running shoes. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">What
is on top of your wishlist? </span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">(<i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Wat staat er bovenaan je wishlist?)<br />
</span></i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">A movie night in with my best friends. With us in PJs
and lots of ice cream. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Name
your five favorite songs.</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> <i>(<span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Noem je top 5 favoriete liedjes)<br />
</span></i><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">How can you expect me to do this? This feels like having to pick
my favorite child. (If I were a mom, that is.) <br />
Since I have to answer this, I’ll name five that I have recently been loving.<br />
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1. Run – The Maine<br />
2. Unbelievers – Vampire Weekend<br />
3. Pretty in Punk – Fall Out Boy (This is an all-time favorite)<br />
4. Snap out of it – Arctic Monkeys<br />
5. How long will I love you – Ellie Goulding<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">What
are you looking forward to the most at the moment?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;"> </span><i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">(Waar kijk je op dit moment het meest naar uit?)<br />
</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">Spring break! And also the exchange trip to China I’m
going on after that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">What
is your favorite brand? </span></b><i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">(Wat is je favoriete merk?)</span></i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">This is kind of a hard question, because I really
don’t pay attention to brands when I’m shopping. I own a Longchamp bag that I
really love, though.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">How
did you come up with the name of your blog? </span></b><i><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; padding: 0cm;">(Hoe kwam je op de naam van je
blog?</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">)<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I really enjoy writing and when I do I tend to
put a lot of words in italics. Since that is habit that is typically ‘me’ and
this blog is also really ‘me’ I decided it would suit. (Also, a lot of other
URLs were already taken.)<br />
<br /><b>Name three beauty products you
couldn’t live without</b> <i>(<span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Zonder welke drie beauty producten kan jij niet leven?</span>)</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Mascara, moisturizer and lip balm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">Questions from Inge</span> </b><a href="https://www.blogger.com/(http://bite-the-cake.blogspot.nl/)">(http://bite-the-cake.blogspot.nl/)</a><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">What do you do everyday besides blogging?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Wat
doe je naast bloggen ?)</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">I go to high school. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">If you could only take three things to a desert
island, what would you take with you? </span></b><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Als
je drie dingen mee mocht nemen naar een onbewoond eiland, wat zou je dan meenemen?)</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">My iPod, a good book and a small
plane to get me off the island.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Who do you think is the hottest celeb?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Wie vind je de knapste celeb?)<br />
</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">I love this question!
And to me the hottest guy will always be Andrew Garfield. I also have a not so
tiny crush on Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> If you could
play the lead in any TV-show, what show would you choose? </span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Als je de hoofdrol in een tv-serie mocht
spelen, welke serie zou dat dan zijn?)</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">BBC Sherlock. No doubt about that.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Favorite city to go shopping?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Wat is
je favoriete stad om te shoppen?)<br />
</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">New York. London. Paris.
Haha…. A girl can dream, right? But a place I actually go shopping often is
Amsterdam. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">What sports do you practice?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><i>(Aan wat voor sport doe je?)</i><br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">I’ve been riding horses for almost
five years now. I also go jogging quite often.<br />
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</span><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">To which
country or city would you like to travel someday?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(<i>Naar welk land of welke stad zou je graag
nog een keer willen reizen?)</i><br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Like I mentioned earlier, I wish I
could see the whole world! Japan, India and Los Angeles are on top of my
to-visit list, though. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">What is your beauty secret?</span></b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> (Wat
is jouw beautygeheim?)<br />
</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Take good care of
yourself. Eat well, sleep well and be kind to yourself. Beauty is highly
subjective, so what matters is if you believe you’re beautiful. And you can
often do that more easily, when you feel good. (Also, I usually don’t look
great if I have only slept 3 hours in a night.)<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">If you are in university, what are you studying? If
you have a job, what kind of job do you have?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Als je
studeert, wat studeer je? Als je werkt, wat voor werk doe je?)</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Still a high school student, who
also happens to become very anxious when anyone mentions uni. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Favorite game?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> <i>(Wat is je
favoriete spel?)<br />
</i>I’m assuming this is about videogames. I don’t play a lot of games at the
moment, but I used to play a lot of Pokémon.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Favorite piece of clothing?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> <i>(Wat is je favoriete kledingstuk?)</i><br />
My 10 euro jeans from H&M. They have an amazing fit and if I ever ruin them
I can easily buy a new pair. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Questions from Eva </span>(</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://l-eef.blogspot.nl/">http://l-eef.blogspot.nl/</a>)</span><b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">What is your favorite thing in life? </span></b><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Wat vind je het leukste in het leven?)<br />
</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Great question. For me
it’s being lucky enough to have an amazing family and friends. Although it’s
cliché, spending time with them is my favorite thing to do. Besides this, I
also really love being able to express myself in a creative way.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">And your least favorite thing?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(En wat
het minst leuke?)<br />
</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Compulsory education and
ignorance. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Favorite song at the moment?</span></b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Wat is je favoriete liedje op dit moment?)<br />
</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Like I mentioned before,
I’ve been listening a lot to Run by The Maine. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">What’s
your nickname?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> <i>(Wat is
je bijnaam?)<br />
</i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">I have many. Bien, Mr.
Bean, Sab, Sabbert, Sabjene are just a few. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Who would you still like to meet in your life?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(<i>Welke
persoon zou je graag nog willen ontmoeten in je leven?)<br />
</i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">This is a really hard
one, because I look up to a lot of people. I would really like to meet John and
Hank Green, because they literally do all the things and are extremely
thoughtful at the same time. I would also like to meet Tavi Gevinson, because I
would really like to talk to her about journalism, feminism and fashion. And to
let my 13-year old fantasies come true, I would also love to meet Fall Out Boy.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">What
inspires you?</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> (<i>Waar
haal je je inspiratie vandaan?)<br />
</i></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">A lot of things; The
books I read, the music I listen to, things I find on the internet. Above
anything else, the world and people around me and the feelings or thoughts they
excite in me. I believe that as long as people walk the earth, there are
stories that have to be told. <br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Would you rather have curly or
straight hair? </span></b><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Zou je
liever krullen of stijl haar hebben?) </span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">When I style my hair, I prefer to curl it. Yet, if I
had to either have curls or straightened hair as my natural style (I have
naturally wavy hair) I would prefer to have it straight since
it’s a lot easier to style and care for.<br /> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Who is someone you couldn’t live without?</span></b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Zonder welke persoon zou je niet kunnen
leven?) <br />
</span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">Although there are many
people I care about deeply, I believe I could always survive without them.<br />
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">What are you addicted to?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Waar ben je verslaafd aan?)<br />
Oreos.<br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">What’s still on your bucketlist?</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">(Wat wil je nog doen in het leven?)<br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;">A LOT of things: Write a book,
travel the world, fall in love, go on a road trip, move abroad, help out
others.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">My eleven questions:</span></span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; line-height: 115%;"><br />
1. What is your favorite thing about blogging? <i>(Wat vind je het leukst aan bloggen?)</i><br />
2. What is your biggest dream? <i>(Wat is je grootste droom?)</i><br />
3. If you got three wishes, what would you wish for? <i>(Als je drie wensen mocht doen, wat zou je dan wensen?)</i><br />
4. What is the most important lesson you have learned in life? <i>(Wat is de belangrijkste les die je in je leven hebt geleerd?)</i><br />
5. What gives you confidence? <i>(Wat geeft jou zelfvertrouwen?)</i><br />
6. Who do you look up to/ inspires you?<i> (Wie is jouw voorbeeld / inspireert jou?)</i><br />
7. Put your Ipod on shuffle. What song comes on? <i>(Zet je iPod op shuffle. Welke liedje begint te spelen?)</i><br />
8. Use a quote (can also be song lyrics, poem etc.) to describe yourself <i>(Gebruik een quote om jezelf te beschrijven.)</i><br />
9. What are your favorite kind of posts to write? <i>(Welke soort posts schrijf je het liefst?)</i><br />
10. What are you going to do tomorrow? <i>(Wat ga je morgen doen?)</i><br />
11. How do you think strangers would describe you? <i>(Hoe denk je dat mensen die je niet kent, je zouden beschrijven?)</i><br />
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<b><span style="color: #0b5394;">The thirteen blogs I’m nominating are:</span></b><br />
<a href="http://greeneyesandredlips.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">http://greeneyesandredlips.blogspot.nl/</a>
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<a href="http://www.shotonatoplocation.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">http://www.shotonatoplocation.blogspot.nl/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.just-litllethings.blogspot.be/" target="_blank">http://www.just-litllethings.blogspot.be/</a>
<br />
<a href="http://ambersylvana.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">http://ambersylvana.wordpress.com/</a>
<br />
<a href="http://www.maudeleine.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">http://www.maudeleine.blogspot.nl/</a>
<br />
<a href="http://www.melcious.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">http://www.melcious.blogspot.nl/</a>
<br />
<a href="http://merelhenranna.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">http://merelhenranna.blogspot.nl/</a>
<br />
<a href="http://myworldpost.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">http://myworldpost.blogspot.nl/</a> <br />
<a href="http://flawlessflight.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">http://flawlessflight.wordpress.com/</a>
<br />
<a href="http://www.piixel.nl/" target="_blank">http://www.piixel.nl/</a> <br />
<a href="http://ipriszz.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">http://ipriszz.blogspot.nl/</a> <br />
<a href="http://weetgeennaam.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">http://weetgeennaam.blogspot.nl/</a>
<br />
<a href="http://www.hannahaletta.com/" target="_blank">http://www.hannahaletta.com/</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Spring has truly sprung and the last few days the
weather has actually been nice. I love it. Suddenly I just want to go outside
and explore, simply start enjoying life to the fullest. And off course, what
better way is there to do that than to go shopping? So yesterday I went into H&M
and Kruidvat and bought some make-up, clothing and accessories. And today I
show them to you.<br /></span></div>
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<a href="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r534/christineandcoblog/April%202014/DSC02035_zpsd927cc13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i1170.photobucket.com/albums/r534/christineandcoblog/April%202014/DSC02035_zpsd927cc13.jpg" height="460" width="640" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;">For make-up I bought
essentials and bright colors. Both of the brushes, a combined
blush-foundation one and the eye shadow brush, are from H&M. The
blush-concealer brush cost € 3,95 and the eye shadow brush € 2, 95. I usually never buy my make-up
brushes from H&M, but I was in the store anyways and in desperate need of
some new (and clean!) brushes, so I decided to pick them up.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;">Another one of the essentials I bought is the eyeliner pencil. Lately, I’ve
been wearing lots of liquid eyeliner, but since spring is all about new
beginnings I thought I’d go to Kruidvat a new pencil. This one is the Rimmel
Soft Kohl Kajal Pencil, in the color 061. Jet Black and costs €4,99.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;">One of my favorite things about spring is wearing
bright colors, especially in my make-up. The blush I bought is the Defining
Blush from Catrice and is in the shade 070 Pinkerbell. You can get them for </span><span lang="EN-US">€3,59.</span></div>
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As the huge lover of bold lipsticks that I am, I picked up this really nice
bright pink one that somehow reminds me of Barbie. This lipstick is from
Essence and it’s in the color 08. Colour Crush. It cost me </span>€2,39.<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">For clothing, things got very basic. After trying on
several t-shirts, sweaters and dresses and all of them either not fitting or
not looking as good on me as on the mannequin in the store, I decided to just get the
bare essentials. A white t-shirt and a black hoodie. Both are from H&M, the
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Compared to my clothing, I think my accessories are a
bit more interesting. In my post about my spring wish list, I mentioned that I
really wanted a golden ear cuff. So when I saw these feather ones at H&M, I
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is definitely an exception. I just thought the design would look nice
underneath simple jeans-and-t-shirt outfits. They’re not meant to be my
everyday shoes for spring, but since they were only €14,95 I decided to just
buy these animal-printed babies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955084706716014noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756598478845342572.post-44212724230858860442014-04-18T09:19:00.003-07:002014-04-18T09:19:55.769-07:00Friday Favorites<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's Friday! Which means that for me not it's not only the end of the schoolweek, but also the beginning of my vacation. The last week has strangely been a stressful, but at the same time relaxing week for me. I had a lot of schoolwork to finish up, but at the same time lots of my classes got cancelled. So, in spite of pressing deadlines I spent quite a few hours hanging out in the park with my friends, checking my Youtube subscriptions and just randomly clicking around on the internet. These are some of the things that caught my eye.<br />
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on blogs and outfit posts on Pinterest and Tumblr I've seen a lot of overall
shorts show up. Although I thought they sort of resembled a potato sack at
first, but seeing lots of fashionable pairings with these little overalls has
gotten me to the point where I feel like I can't go another summer without a
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<br /><b>'What Do Guys Look For In Girls' from the Vlogbrothers</b>. If you're a girl, or a teenager, or a person who has ever felt somewhat uncertain about yourself I suggest you watch this video.(But especially if you're a girl.) Don't let the title mislead you! This is not some random guy telling you he likes flirtatious blondes and prefers girls that can dance. This video, unlike videos with similar titles, actually contains an important and thougtful message.<br />
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<b>Frozen (Pop Punk Version) by The Last Sleepless City</b>. Since seeing Frozen for the first time two months ago, I've been sort of obsessed. Especially the songs are object of my affection. So when I found this pop punk version of 'Let It Go', I had no other choice but to listen to it on repeat. And now you can as well.<br />
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<a href="http://www.rookiemag.com/2014/04/get-lost/" target="_blank">Get lost! By Megan Seling in Rookie</a>. With the end of the schoolyear approaching and the time untill senior year (and eventually graduation) becoming less, it's really easy to get stressed out about the future. I was having some omg-what-am-I-going-to-do-with-my-life-angst this week, but then I found <a href="http://www.rookiemag.com/2014/04/get-lost/" target="_blank">this very nicely-written article</a> on rookiemag.com (I love that mag!) and felt somwhat calm about the situation for the first time in a long while. If you need something to calm you down or give you a free dose of hope, I suggest you to spend 5 minutes reading this piece. <br />
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<b>How was your week? And what song have you been listening to this week? Have a great weekend!</b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955084706716014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756598478845342572.post-3945554964507351512014-04-14T09:14:00.000-07:002014-04-14T09:14:41.968-07:00On dreams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Remember when you were little? When everything seemed
possible? When your fantasies flowed into your reality and sometimes you
couldn’t even tell the difference? When it came to your dreams things were
easy. You just did what you liked and didn’t think much about the ‘buts’ and
‘what-ifs’. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">So why does that change when
you grow up? I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and about dreams in
general. It’s what made me draw up this little doodle. I know it really isn't much and that is what made me realize that a doodle wouldn't be enough to get my musings about dreams out there. So, I decided to give writing them down a try. This is the result. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;">You probably do remember that feeling you had as a kid, that
feeling of being unafraid to go after what you love. As you grow older that feeling
changes. I think in general there are two things that happen to your dreams as
you slowly move towards being a grown-up; 1. Your dreams change 2. You make ‘plans’.
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;">Now, your dreams changing or developing isn’t a bad
thing at all. I would say it’s actually a really important part of growing. You
start to realize what really matters to you and that a person is a lot more than
just ‘a doctor’, ‘a mother’ or ‘a rock
star’. Over the last few years that meant that my ‘dreams’ became more abstract. Instead of being a famous actress, I now wish
to entertain and brighten the days of people in any way possible. This also
means that the definition of dreams changes (at least, it did for me). Suddenly
they’re not crazy big and crazy specific air castles, but quite often small and
sometimes hard to describe aspirations. Maybe they’re less dreams and more
passions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">This brings me to the no.2 on my little list, ‘making plans’.
Please don’t get me wrong, I am all for making plans and setting realistic
goals. Unfortunately, when we grow older making plans often means shoving your
dreams away in the dark corners of your mind. While you apply for that study
program, get that (part time) job and spend Friday night with the same old
friends ‘going on a road trip across the US’, ‘being a singer in France’ or ‘learning
how to fly a plane’ become imaginary figments that only cross your mind on a
dull Sunday afternoon. As you take concrete steps towards the life you’ll have,
somehow you forget to include the life you really want. (Believe me, that’s
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So why do we do that? Why don’t we work towards those visions we have of
ourselves being life-saving doctors or stylish fashion designers? I think it’s
either because we become cynical. We believe it’s impossible. I used to think
of a lot of the things I wanted as these huge mountains, higher than the Mount
Everest, that only a lucky few with very good shoes were able to climb.
Unfortunately, I forgot that every mountain is climbed step-by-step. To say
that in a less metaphorical way: There are often small and simple actions you
can take to achieve your goals. Actions that you can include in those very
realistic plans you made. You want to be an actress? Join a local theatre group
or take acting lessons after you finish work. You want to be a doctor? Find out
what degrees you need and try to adjust your studies or volunteer at a
hospital. Too often we get so blinded by all the ‘buts’ and ‘what-ifs’, to see
that we achieve our dreams in the same way we make our ‘safe plans’. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">Maybe your sitting in front of your computer screen
right now, thinking (or about to comment): “I can take these steps, but I’ll
still never reach my goals.” And that’s when I reply: “So what?”. Like I
mentioned before, dreams and passions are often very similar or even the same
thing. Taking actions to achieve your dreams often means that you are busy with
something you love. If you want to be a famous writer and you write stories,
but only ten of your friends read them, you’re still doing something you enjoy.
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So, maybe this means I can be bold and say; There’s a big chance your dreams
won’t come true, but that’s okay. While you’re having fun climbing that
mountain, there is a big chance you will stumble along another way to use your
passions, or you will realize that there’s an even better mountain to climb, or
you will find something you never knew existed. Although it’s the cliché-of-clichés, what I’m
trying to say is: “Shoot for the moon and you’ll land among the stars.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">That’s why I want you to remember that feeling of
being young and unafraid, letting your imagination drip into your reality like
messy watercolors. Because I think we can learn a lot from that that little
kid, while using our grown up brains. It’s okay to be a little naïve when it
comes to dreams. To believe in that Disney- animation magic. As long as we are
using those dull-grown-up planning skills of ours and shoot for that proverbial
moon, we have the chance of ending up somewhere beautiful.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347955084706716014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756598478845342572.post-82376846341243251582014-04-09T10:59:00.000-07:002014-04-13T08:04:33.098-07:00My spring Wishlist<div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 600px;">
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still rains frequently here and it isn’t exactly the weather for short skirts,
I can’t help but get excited over the fact that it is spring. Unfortunately, my
wardrobe doesn’t show it since I’m seriously lacking clothes that are fit for
temperatures above 10 degrees Celsius. And that’s a shame, because I really do
love spring fashion. I love not having to go outside with a coat on, but still
being able to wear jeans without feeling like I’m melting to death. So, I have
a lot of spring fashion items I really want to get and today I decided to share
these with you.</span></div>
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</a></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.hm.com/gb/product/23125?article=23125-A" target="_blank"><b>Denim jacket from H&M</b></a></span><span lang="EN-US"> (€36).
I love cool jackets and spring is the perfect time to wear them. Since you
don’t have to hide underneath a thick coat anymore, but you still need
something to wear over your summer dresses. My favorite types of jackets are
leather and jean ones, because you can pair them with everything. So this one
from H&M is like the perfect combo of my two favorite things. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</b></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.newlook.com/shop/womens/dresses/black-tropical-parrot-print-skater-dress_308557509?extcam=AFF_AFW_Communities+&+UGC_Polyvore&awc=1946_1397028882_fd9b2ca6d16fc11f53462920aa83c69e" target="_blank"><b>Skater Dress from New Look </b></a>(€18). Skater dresses are basically the reason why I wear
dresses at all. I’m someone who really likes easy and comfortable clothes and
quite often dresses aren’t that. Except for skater dresses. They are really
comfy and have this really effortless look to them, but at the same time still
have that flirty feel of a pretty dress. I really like this one from New Look,
because of the cool tropical pattern. (It’s not floral, I swear! I am actually
being really original with tropicals in spring ;) )<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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really love how they look. They also really easily make for a nice outfit. You
just have to add a plain shirt or a simple blouse and because of the pattern on
your bottoms, you already got a put-together look. This one from Pac Sun has a
black and white pattern, so you can pair it with almost everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was the maxi skirt, but lately I’ve been loving the really elegant but also
laid-back look they have. Since I’m quite short, I prefer long skirts that
still show a bit of leg of have high-low hemline, so this one from Forever 21
is perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><a href="http://vampireweekend.kungfustore.com/category/155-t-shirts/product/4161-floral-t-shirt-vam56%20" target="_blank"><b>Vampire Weekend T-shirt</b></a> (€18). I’m obsessed with
band shirts. They’re like nice graphic tees that at the same time show off your
great musical taste. You can just throw them on with jeans or, as I sometimes
like to do, dress them up with a skirt or a jacket. <span lang="EN-US">I don’t have one from Vampire Weekend, which is
one of my favorite bands, yet and this design is also really cool so this shirt
is on the top of my wishlist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><b>Studded bags.</b> For some reason I have been really
liking studded bags lately. I think they can just add a bit of edginess to an
otherwise girly outfit. <span lang="EN-US">I’m
still on the hunt for the perfect one, though. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</b></span></span><!--[endif]--><b><a href="http://us.asos.com/ASOS-Double-Pack-Lion-Ear-Cuffs/10hjkv/?iid=2850915&cid=1930&Rf1011=4311&sh=0&pge=0&pgesize=999&sort=-1&clr=Crystal&r=2&mporgp=L0FTT1MvQVNPUy1Eb3VibGUtUGFjay1MaW9uLUVhci1DdWZmcy9Qcm9kLw" target="_blank">Ear Cuff from ASOS.com</a> </b>(€22). Like I mentioned before,
I really enjoy wearing simple outfits, yet I also want to look somewhat
fashionable. Adding statement jewelry like this ear cuff is one of the ways I spice
up outfits that are just a little too plain. Especially when it gets warmer
outside and layering isn’t an option anymore, jewelry like this comes in handy.
I used to really love statement necklaces and still do, but ever since I bought
my first ear cuff (a very simple one, I must admit) I’ve been in love with
these little accessories. <span lang="EN-US">Since
I don’t have any bold ones yet, this ear cuff from ASOS is on my wishlist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.hm.com/gb/product/11084?article=11084-A" target="_blank"><b>Canvas Sneakers from H&M</b></a> (€9,66). Deciding what shoes to wear under a dress or a
skirt is always a dilemma for me. I used to think sneakers were a serious
no-go, which eventually resulted in me picking uncomfortable shoes that either
made my feet hurt, got my toes went in case of a spring rain shower or made me
afraid to venture to any place that
might contain dirt. Since I simply want to comfortable this spring, I’ve
decided to rid myself of this ridiculous rule. Besides, sneakers give a really
casual and effortless look to any dress or skirt. These simple black ones are
perfect, because they go with anything and seem very comfy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</b></span></span><!--[endif]--><a href="about:invalid#zClosurez" target="_blank"><b>Ray Ban Clubmaster Sunglasses</b></a> (€180). I’ll admit
that I’ve never spent more than 30 euros on sunglasses. Every spring and summer
I just buy a cheap pair and wear them until I either break or lose them. Still,
I’ve imagined myself walking down the street in designer sunglasses with the confident,
yet distant air of a movie star (while an amazing musical track plays in the
background) countless of time. <span lang="EN-US">So
maybe this spring I will let my dreams come true with this really nice pair of
Ray Bans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><b>Nail Polish</b>. Lots of it. I love nail art.
Unfortunately my love is only expressed in longingly looking at pictures of perfectly
done nails on Pinterest, but never actually trying it out myself. Because
spring is the time for new beginnings I think that I should change my old
habits and actually start trying to paint my nails with cool designs (and
probably failing epically). A good stash of nail polish will probably help a
lot. <span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I love magazines. I love looking at gorgeous fashion shoots, reading witty
columns and finding out about Taylor Swift’s
latest fling (guilty pleasure!). Unfortunately, this love has led to the
creation of a massive pile in my already small room of Cosmos and ELLEs, some of which date over
two years back. Since I couldn’t get myself to throw them all out, I decided to
come up with a ‘creative’ solution; DIY’ing that pile away! I realized that my
magazines could be used to make a really simple, but cute wall decoration. And
it doesn’t end there. This really easy technique can be used to decorate cards,
notebooks and even picture frames – so I can put that whole pile to good use!</div>
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- Magazines<br />
- A large piece of thick/construction paper (or anything else you want to
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- Glue<br />
- A pencil<br />
- Scissors (optional)</span></div>
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<b>Step 1:</b> On
your paper, draw any shape you like. I decided to go with a simple peace sign.
Make sure that whatever you’re drawing has some space that can be filled in.
That’s what you’re going to use your magazines for later on. So don’t draw any very thin lines!</div>
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<b>Step 2: </b>Now
grab your magazine, rip or cur out a page and start tearing it into little
pieces. Don’t be neat of careful, this is your time to go crazy. Just rip the
entire thing apart and have fun with it. (Maybe put on some rock ‘n roll
music.) I prefer to tear up a lot of
different pages, so my magazine-confetti will have lots of different colors in
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When you have a nice amount of tiny magazine pieces (don’t worry you can always
tear up more as you go along), start gluing them into the shape you’ve drawn.
Again, don’t by to precise with this. Just paste them on top of each other and
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Step 4:</b>
Keep on filling up your drawing with your magazine-confetti, until the paper
inside the shape isn’t visible anymore. You shouldn’t be able to see any
white (or whatever color your paper is) bits peeking through.</span></div>
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<b>Step 5:</b> And
you’re finished! You made yourself a pretty cool decoration piece and hopefully
had fun doing it. (If not: Try again with the rock ‘n roll music). If you like
you can add other drawings, paint or writing to your creation, to make it look
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>I hope you
liked this DIY! Let me know if you tried it out!</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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