Harry pottaaaah

I'm in love, i think.
Ron Weasley is my new hero. Don't you guys think he is awesome?
And now don't say: huh, Ron Weasley?? Who the hell is that??
Because if you don't know him, you're an ass, and you've been living under a stone for the past 10 years.
I normally don't dig the ginger-kids, but even I have to admit that he's pretty cute, right?
A couple of weeks ago a friend and I decided to throw a Harry Potter Marathon at het place. And so we did.
We sat up all night watching Harry Potter part 1-6. Though I must admit I fell asleep halfway part 4. We decided to take a nap (at 4 am) and continue at 9 am, so after we had breakfast we went back to bed and laid there for another 4 hours.
WE LOVED IT. Every time Ron entered the scene we started laughing even when he didn't say anything... Just his face makes me smile already.
During the Christmas break we'll go to the cinema to see the latest one: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. And this is the point where I need your advice:
Is it cooler in 3D or will we be having nightmares after watching?

I'll soon post something new, and something that hopefully will actually be interesting, in the meanwhile you might enjoy my other online pages,

www.vera-vienna.blogspot.com
snowflakesandsunbeams.tumblr.com
www.twitter.com/VeraVienna

Lucky

Do you guys ever feel like you're the luckiest person alive?
Because i do!

As I get older, i more and more start to realise how lucky we all are to live in a wealthy country, to be able to have enough food and water, every single day. I don't dare say i am one of the wealthiest persons on earth, because i'm not, but we're just lucky. Lucky to have a home, to have a family and to have a bed.

I learn to appreciate every little detail in my life.
No my life isn't perfect. I have my ups and downs and some days I just want to put the tellie on, wrap a blanket around me and eat some chocolate. But then again, at least we have blankets, telivisions and chocolate, and sometimes I wonder how people survive without these things. Not that they're lifesaving, but these are the moments when i feel lucky. Lucky to have so many opportunities in life, to travel around the world, to be able to go to school (though I sometimes hate school, I admit...), and to be able to sleep in a house, in a bed, with a blanket :)

Maybe the little things are luxurious enough for me. I dare say I don't need much things. I've got everything I need and no, that doesn't mean I have everything I want, that's a whole other story. We're going to talk about that? That will be and endless list, full of clothes, journeys, furniture, jewelry and so, so much more. but these things aren't necessary, it just would be real real nice to have 'em, but hey, you won't here me complaining, because I truly think,
i am lucky

BELLA ROMA

I'm packing my bags, because: I'M OFF TO ROME!
how awesome's that?
yeah, pretty cooool

So be prepared, because when I come back, I'll have plenty of inspiration from the city of love, city of food, city of cute boys!

It's a school trip and I guess I'll be exhausted by the time I come home, because we'll be walking for hours every single day. But in the evenings we're free to go wherever we want! Only thing is: we've got to be "home" at eleven. The doors of the convent will be closed after eleven, so if you're not back on time, you'll have to sleep outside. Which is pretty cool too actually...

Okay, this isn't really interesting so imma stop writing, and continue packing,
see you next sunday!

Happiness

Hey you guys!

I noticed I don't need much to be happy. (Pretty sure that's a good thing. No 'Material girl', that only causes bitchfights)

Just some good friends, a dinnertable and a delicious meal.
Food unites people, that's for sure!
You should all try it. Get together on a saturday night, cook something you all like, and a nice evening is guaranteed. Talking, eating, drinking and laughing, can it get any better?
Oh and by the way, it doesn't even really matter whether the food is delicious. Gross things can be pretty fun too :)


Another thing that makes me feel terribly happy is music. Making music, listening to music or everything else you can do with music: i love it!

Whenever you're sad: listen a happy song! (for instance: Waylon - Happy Song, though that one gets really annoying after a while... you'd better listen to Wicked World by Laura Jansen) If you're feeling nervous, or anxious about something, listen to Glee - Don't stop believing.
When you feel like crying- and no, that isn't the same as feeling sad) you have 2 options:
- Cry, and listen to slow music, for example Fond au Noir bij Coeur de Pirate (I'm a huuuuge fan of their music by the way, doesn't matter what mood I'm in!)
- Try to smile again, and listen to uptempo songs like Jack McManus' 'Bang on the Piano' or one of my favourites: Frontin' by Jamie Cullem, the most genious man alive, in my opinion! though he's pretty u-g-l-y and he ain't got no alibi
Bad jokes.... Oh how I love 'em...


And this may sound weird, but the wheather makes me feel good too! Now I can hear you guys thinking: "I thought the wheather was bad in Holland?"
Yeah it is, most of the times... But every season brings something I love:
1. Springtime: okay this one's easy: flowers & t-shirts
2. Summer: does this really need an explanation?
3. Autumn. While some of you are thinking: she's mad, I think you're right... but I can't help it, I just enjoy hockeying in the pooring rain. Not just some raindrops, but raindrops the size of tennisballs and being totally soaked. And yes, I admit, that's pretty strange... I've one acceptable reason for loving the autumn: the colours. The pretty red, orange and yellow trees are just wonderful!
4. Winter. I've got to confess: I hate the cold, BUT, the snow is awesome. And it makes me feel happy, sitting inside with a cup of hot chocolate and lots of cookies, watching series online, or on TV.
Enough reasons for you?


I don't think you need reasons to be happy, at all. Sometimes you're just happy, just because... Well, just because!
No reason neccesary!
Just be happy!

"The best moments in life are unseen, that's why we close our eyes when we kiss and when we dream!"

Let's join a talent show.... or not

Why is everybody so desperate to show their talent?
Every single year the Dutch television comes with a new tv-show. Well, not really new, just a new season, and since we have 4 kinds of talentshows it means we can watch all these idiots do it over and over again: embarassing theirselves.
And why? just to become famous, to be somebody. But the big problem is: more than 75% of the people that joins the show aren't even talented! They're just big losers that seem to be deaf, blind and dumb for believing in theirselves.

Normally i should say: believe in yourself. But the thing is, when you have nothing to believe in, that doesn't mean you have to start believing in some "talent" that you don't have. Don't say 'I can sing, imma be the next popstar', because you won't be, if you can't sing. The fact that you think you can sing doesn't change a single thing about it.

But then again, some amazing people join the show too, which makes the whole concept a succes. I mean, everybody is just happy for them to leave their 9 to 5 job behind them and start performing and becoming a millionaire...
The non-talented people that join the show are probably just jealous, because they want to quit their jobs to, and become a millionaire.
Now i feel sorry for them.......
No i don't
I'm sure everybody has some kind of talent. Some are just more useful than others.
Because hey, who wants to hear a man whistle on his wife's nose?
Right, no one does.
So if that's your talent: IT SUCKS
go find a 9 to 5 job, and be poor. Just don't try to be talented.

Sorry for abondoning

I was just reading a magazine when i thought of this blog. My blog.
I realised i kind of abandoned it over the last few months, and i'm sorry for that, but i guess i just got fed up with the idea of writing for no one in particular.
So i started writing stories again, like i used to. And.... I really like doing that. Just to use your imagination and write whatever pops into your head. Write it down and make it interesting.
Back in the old days (okay, i just mean, when i was younger) i dreamed about writing a book, but i always got bored and lost interest after 20 pages. Now i found out that stories don't have to be long to be interesting. Short stories are sometimes even funnier, just because you don't have to concentrate that long.

All this stuff i've been saying now comes down to one thing:
I won't be updating this blog the way i did before. Not that often, and not that random. I might post my short stories here, or not.
We'll see. I just don't want to make a commitment and then don't do it.
But one thing is for sure,

I'LL BE BACK

stress? wat is dat?

wacht, hier klopt iets niet?
stres??? het is vakantie!
Klopt, exactemundo, het is vakantie, maar voor mijn ouders betekent dat: stress.
inpakstress welteverstaan. Hoeveel rokjes/broekjes/shirtjes passen in de tas? Hoe krijgen we de tent in de auto? Hoe vullen we de dakbox?
WAAR GAAN WE HEEN?
Ja, heel ingewikkeld allemaal, en vooral als het 30 graden is, is het niet heel prettig om zo te lopen stressen. Daar doe ik dus ook niet aan mee. Gisteravond heb ik mijn dingen ingepakt, vandaag nog even wat tijdschriften gekocht en nu? Nu chill ik 'm hier met mijn broer, een stuk meloen, en de laptop. Life's a bitch, right? Nee hoor, valt best mee, je moet gewoon even je eigen plan trekken en relaxen. Mijn ouders kiezen er nu voor om van hot naar her te rennen, van de keuken naar de badkamer, naar de schuur en weer terug. Als ze slim waren (no offence) maakten ze even een lijstje, dronken ze een kopje koffie en gingen ze daarna rustig dat lijstje afwerken......
Doen ze dus niet, oké, prima, wat jij wil, 't is jouw feestje, maar kom dan niet bij mij aankloppen als je op zoek bent naar je bril: 'mam, die heb je in je hand' of als je mijn broer zoekt 'die zit in de bank met pap, recht voor je'

Kut, mijn meloen is op.... Ik ga even een ijsje halen, een raketje welteverstaan (www.raketjes.blogspot.com haha die goeie ouwe tijd), en dan,
misschien zijn mijn ouders dan eindeijk klaar,
klaar voor 4 weken zuid-frankrijk: zon zee en strand
en vooral: geen stress!!