Where I’ve been

I haven’t posted anything lately, because I was too busy doing other things… No excuses, just very lazy!

I went to Egypt with my mom and had a great week! To Belgium to visit an old friend who was getting married. To the beach with my cousin and had a sleepover with my friend Isis. I went to the Metropolis Festival in Rotterdam where I got my Cookie Monster airbrush tattoo xD. To a kinda festival in the city Schiedam with my friend and 3 of her 4 adorable kids. I started a new job: Reporter for the local tv channel. My best friend Matthijs got his first apartment so we’ve been working there to make it look good and: I GOT MY VERY FIRST MOTORCYCLE. My life’s been so good this month. I’ll post more about the most important events but for now some pictures of this month. I’m back!

Egypt with my mom

Egypt with my mom

My Honda Rebel

My Honda Rebel

Belgium with Lorenzo

Belgium with Lorenzo

<3

Metropolis Festival Rotterdam

Metropolis Festival Rotterdam

Hoek van Holland

Hoek van Holland

Beach with Isis

Beach with Isis

My bf's house

Matt’s house

First time as a reporter

First time as a reporter

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The Hangover part III – Movie Review

Last week I went to the movies with one of my best friends Brian. I really wanted to see The Hangover part III and after a nice dinner made by Brian we went to the new movie theater in the city we live in: Vlaardingen.

I think most people have seen at least one Hangover movie. I mean, even my parents have. I totally love the first movie but the second one didn’t really entertain me, so I was kinda sceptic about this third part. But: THE MOVIE IS AMAZING!!

What’s it about? Phil, Stu, Doug, and Alan have been friends for a very long time and of course (as you can see in The Hangover I & II) they have experienced some stuff together they can only share with each other since it’s just too incredible.  “The Wolfpack” (Phil, Stu, Doug and Alan) is kinda falling apart after all the things they had to go through because they don’t want more drama. However, drama seems to be their middle names. After the death of Alan’s father the Wolfpack and Alan’s family convince Alan to go to rehab because he’s been out of control. Phil, Stu and Doug promise to take him to the rehab in Arizona; a long and quiet trip until they get kidnapped. Mob leader Marshall tells them that Leslie Chow, the creator of drama, escaped from prison. Apparently Chow stole Marshall’s gold, which is worth $21 million and Phil, Stu and Alan have to get it back. If they don’t find the gold and Mr. Chow within 3 days Doug will be killed. Against everybody’s expectations (they should’ve known better though) Alan still communicates with Chow every now and then and he sets up a meeting with the fugitive. And that’s the beginning of a freaking funny movie. THEY’RE GOING BACK TO LAS VEGAS!

I’m not gonna tell more about the story, because you just gotta see it! It’s hilarious.
‘C’est domage’ that Doug doesn’t really appear in the adventure but I didn’t really miss him. Mr. Chow is my all time favorite. He is so sneaky and funny at the same time. How can you hate a guy who jumps completely high off Caesar’s Palace with a parachute?
In the beginning there’s this cute giraffe and later on 2 dogs and some roosters. Well, let’s just say that if you’re an animal lover you just gotta close your eyes a couple of times.

I can’t believe this is the last The Hangover movie. I think they could’ve done a better job promoting the movie in The Netherlands. I just don’t want it to be over :p.
I still love The Hangover I the most, but this movie really is a badass finale!

I’d give this movie a 9 out of 10. I freaking love it!

Brian & Me

Happy Birthday Up There <3

Do you believe in heaven? Or in reincarnation? Or do you just think it’s over when we’re gone? There’s just one thing I’m really scared of and that’s death. I can’t really talk about it. It freaks me out. I don’t like the idea of not knowing where I’ll go or where the people I love are now they’re not here anymore.

Today it’s Tyler’s birthday. When I lived in Florida for my exchange he was one of the people I trusted and loved. There weren’t many people who were actually straight and honest with me. Most people just thought it was cool to hang out with the blonde exchange student. Tyler had very deep thoughts. He certainly was one of those special guys who don’t just accept the way things go but really think about it.

Until Tyler’s dead I had never really experienced anything bad in my life. I still can’t believe he’s gone. I’m not looking forward to visiting Florida anymore, because it’s gonna be so weird not being able to see him.

But, today I don’t cry. I celebrate. I celebrate the fact I got the opportunity to spent time with an amazing guy. I wish he had grown older. I don’t believe in heaven nor in reincarnation. I’m one of those people who think it all ends after death. But since Tyler died I really wish there’s something better. I like to think that he’s not completely gone. And that he’s rocking his day up there, wherever ‘there’ might be.

Have a heavenly birthday TV!

Tyler

Tyler

The poem I wrote for Tyler: –>here<–

TV is Up

 

I wrote this poem for a friend of mine: Tyler. His initials were T.V. and he used to post things like TV is Up. He still makes me smile when I think of him (:

Thinking about you hurts
When I realize you’re gone
I don’t believe in heaven
So that means for you it’s done 

Being gone does not mean
I can’t see you in my head
I’m sleeping with a smile
But I wake up sad

Your smile, your thoughts, you being there
It has all come to an end
A great person loved by so many people
A joker, a thinker, a friend            

 You’ll never be forgotten
Of course we’ll always care
Now our TV is up
Up above us. Up, up there.

 

The Friend Zone

(September 2012)

One day you’re in, and the next day you’re out. Worst-case scenario? You’ll stay around and become a member of the zone. The zone no one wants to be in. Where hope and faith is all what’s left. It’s like prison, and you’ll probably never get out. Beware of the friend zone!

It’s such a hot topic. Every time I post a status about hanging out with one of my best male friends, I can guarantee there’ll be a comment about the friend zone. These comments are made by boys, of course. No girl will ever say out loud, or at least not on Facebook, that she friend zoned a particular friend. It’s like kicking a dude in his privates: very painful and not done. What is the friend zone?

Like I said, the friend zone is the place guys don’t wanna be in. At least not when they are interested in becoming more than friends with a girl. Boy tries to hook up with girl. Girl doesn’t wanna hurt boy. Girl tells boy he is such a good friend. BAM! Boy got friend zoned. As simple as it sounds, as simple it is. Where is the friend zone?

The friend zone is around almost every girl. This doesn’t necessarily have to be a beautiful, smart or funny female person. It can be the silly girl next door. It only involves one boy, one girl and one broken heart that’s begging to be healed. The friend zone as a verb.

I friend zone. I friend zoned. I have friend zoned. I will friend zone him. I am going to friend zone him. He has been friend zoned. She has friend zoned him. He will be friend zoned. Boys boys boys.

I’m annoyed by all those boys who are using the term friend zone. Why? Because it makes them look like wussies. Like jealous b**ches.

Example: My best male friend is M. M has been my friend since I’m 14, which is 7 years ago. Maybe back then he liked me more than a friend, but as far as I know he’s always been there for me as a friend. He never tried to kiss me, nor to seduce me. I don’t see M that often since I’m spending a lot of time abroad. But whenever I’m with him, it feels like yesterday we hung out. So yesterday M and I just chilled for a while. We talked, we laughed and got serious about some issues. We took pictures and posted them on Facebook, and of course someone had to comment something about the friend zone. Background information: this particular person had asked me out and I never responded to his message. If he and I would be friends, I’m sure HE would def.  be a member of my friend zone.

Like one hour later I posted on Facebook what a great friend M is. And BAM: a comment about the friend zone. The guy who commented is just an ex-colleague of mine. No ditching involved. But still, I don’t understand why he thought it would be funny to make such a bitchy comment, while I just had a blast with M. Of course M didn’t seem to care. I mean, he’s the one spending time with me and probably couldn’t care less about people who are only enjoying my existence from a distance, but I can imagine he felt embarrassed when someone he didn’t know told him he got friend zoned.

To conclude my speech, I’d like to emphasize that it really ISN’T necessary to tell my friends they got friend zoned. Probably it isn’t necessary to tell anyone that you don’t know.

So to all those heart broken, jealous, friend zoned boys who can’t deal with their booboo issues and keep commenting: YOU’RE NOW SCREW ZONED! Get over it and if not? Screw you 🙂