Yes, yes you did just read that. I indeed went to a Bruno Mars concert. Yes I did. It is okay to scream. I went there with my lovely friend, who's blog you can also follow ( she also has a review of this online, hers is probably much better mweh.. for the rest she writes amazing! Please check her out!); School, Blogs, and Other (Ir)relevant Things. You can read this as an additional post to this one.
Now, let's stop rambling and get into it!
Some (boring) Facts;
We went on October the 17th in Antwerp, in the so-called Sportpaleis. We already took off quite early from home, since we had to take a ride fro about 1.5 hours (mweh) but after that we luckily could eat somewhere( I think I had something with a lot of cheese, yes I do think so). Bruno Mars gave 1 concert in The Netherlands and 1 in Belgium, but since my friend wasn't able to get tickets for the show in the Netherlands we went to Belgium instead. What an adventure!
The Waiting and Being Bored;
When we arrived at the beautiful Sportpaleis, we were an hour early before the show started. This had a reason, because we had tickets for the standing part so the earlier you came, the better places you got. We could almost touch the stage so we had really good places! After the waiting, the first act came up, named Mayer Hawthorne; he makes really groovy and soullike music,which I enjoyed. I think he was the right person Bruno choose to warm up the public, and I loved that he took a selfie during performing. Unfortunately, the crowd wasn't as excited as me and eventually started booing him. I thought it was a bit cruel and also stupid, because you are booing a man who is more famous than you will ever be.But anyways, jealousy I think. Or maybe because they wanted Bruno. Could be both.
THE ARRIVAL
After about 45 minutes of chill groovy music, Mayor went off and a palmtree curtain fell down. Obviously, for the crowd this was the reason to scream for the next hour even though nothing happened at all. During that, some clips of an old Brit were shown that were funny for one time, then they got annoying and after 45 minutes of his face you just wanted to thow your waterbottle at him (they did not have those there unfortunately). Also the wave happened and you guys; when everyone participates it is so awesome. Trust me. The vibe was really good too I must admit; everyone was pretty relaxed which was nice.
THE REAL ARRIVAL
The lights turned down... A voice-over spoke... and suddely; Lights, Music, Bruno, Bruno!! He started off amazingly with Moonshine, and from there on he did many numbers from both his new album aswell as his old hits like Grenade and the Lazy Song. His performance was amazing and he got everyone grooving. The stage was really put-together, and his band was so funny; all the dudes were dancing and jumping around, and overall the vibe was amazing. Sometimes he stopped to say cheesy lines like;'I love you Antwerp' 'Yeah Yeah' and more like that, but it is forgiven. His show was amazing! He really put everything into it and at the end of the show, he was sweating all over. When he first went away it was only an act, but to return with the grand finale; Gorilla, where he drummed a part himself and almost made a Magic Mike-moment. ( he didn't really strip, just took off his flannel and then all the gals hoped that he would take off his vest aswell, which didn't happen) It ended with fireworks and pounding ears, but it was worth it.
The Review
I can be very short about this; Yes it was worth the money, No I haven't had any hearing problems, Yes I do want to go to another concert and Yes; he can sing live, unlike some big artist who I shall not name. ( Birthday, California Gurls, Dark Horse..)
I have had so much fun, and although the memories are kinda blurry, I hope you still liked it. Take care and have a nice day, Adios!
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
PANCAKE DAY
ALRIGHT GUYS.. TAKE A GUESS.
There is an official 'pancake day', also known as 'Shrove Tuesday' in the UK, a day where almost everyone in the entire country eats a pancake. Beautiful.
This wonderful day takes place on the 4 of March, on Tuesday ofcourse. But there is a story behind this. It isn't just a day where everyone eats a pancake, no, it's the beginning of something far more spiritual: Lent.
I thought you might needed some inspiration to make your own pancake;
DELICIOUS PANCAKES
Other Countries;
Ireland and Australia ( AKA Beer and giant spiders); they call it Pancake Day (how original) or Pancake Tuesday.
Brazil( kinda unexpected to be honest) ; here they call it Fat Tuesday (perfection) or Terça-feira gorda and it is the last day of Brazil Carnival.
Greece ( garlic) ; here it is called Apocreas, since they don't eat meat during Lent.
Sweden ( nice watches) ; Fettisdagen is the official name and it means Fat Tuesday.
USA ( YEAH! USA! YEAH!nah not really) here they only celebrate it in the Catholic and French-speaking parts and there it is called Mardi Gras. Isn't that a movie or something?
Germany ( Bratwurst ) ; 'Fastnacht'. Original.
France ( oeh la la, baguette eiffeltoren bon bon) ; again; Mardi Gras! It means Grease ( movie, again..)or Fat Tuesday. Do you guys see a recurrent theme here? I do.
Iceland ( uhh.. ice? Supermodels?) ; the word is Sprengidagur which means Bursting Day. Pretty original if you look at all the other names.
The Fun Part; Make your own Pancake Day!
I know that It won't be Pancake Day for a while guys, but I thought that everyday can be Pancake Day so for that I have a simple and easy ( I hope) recipe for you. Enjoy!
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon white sugar
1 1/4 cups milk
1 egg
3 tablespoons melted butter
How to;
1. In a large bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar. Make a well in the center and pour in the milk, egg and melted butter; mix until smooth.
2. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides and serve hot.
That's a wrap for today guys and gals. Have a nice day, adios!
Sources: source: http://www.projectbritain.com/shrove.html http://www.bing.com/images/
There is an official 'pancake day', also known as 'Shrove Tuesday' in the UK, a day where almost everyone in the entire country eats a pancake. Beautiful.
This wonderful day takes place on the 4 of March, on Tuesday ofcourse. But there is a story behind this. It isn't just a day where everyone eats a pancake, no, it's the beginning of something far more spiritual: Lent.
I thought you might needed some inspiration to make your own pancake;
DELICIOUS PANCAKES
I hope that was enough inspiration! Now, let's get on with the historical part of Shrove Tuesday.
What is Pancake day?
Pancake day is the day before the beginning of Lent, a Christian festival. Lent is a period of 40 days when the Christians remember the 40 days Jesus spent alone in the desert without food, tempted by the devil. It is a time of fasting, and you can compare it to the Islamitic Ramadan. Sundays, however, are not included into the period because they are originally days of celebration. People in the old ages originally gave up all rich food in that time, so it was a strict religious festival. It is also the month before Easter, so in this time of fasting people can overthink all the things they have done wrong.
How do people celebrate Lent nowadays?
Nowadays, Lent isn't a strict religious festival anymore. Some Christians spent this time trying to overcome their faults, just as Jesus did in the desert. Other Christians follow the example of Jesus and spend 40 days without any luxury items. They also try to put aside more time to pray and do religious acts, so they can really let God into their lifes.
Why pancakes?
Since Lent starts the day after, on Ash Wednesday, they can't eat (originally) any luxury foods in that time. So, since pancakes are made of fat, butter and eggs, which were forbidden during Lent, they eat pancakes to have a last time of indulging themselves before having a period of abstinence.
When does it take place?
As I said at the beginning, Shrove Tuesday takes place on March 4. Only, that is only 2014. Because Lent has to take place 47 days before Easter, the date varies. Here is a little picture to help you;
In 2014 Pancake Day will be on 4 March
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Ireland and Australia ( AKA Beer and giant spiders); they call it Pancake Day (how original) or Pancake Tuesday.
Brazil( kinda unexpected to be honest) ; here they call it Fat Tuesday (perfection) or Terça-feira gorda and it is the last day of Brazil Carnival.
Greece ( garlic) ; here it is called Apocreas, since they don't eat meat during Lent.
Sweden ( nice watches) ; Fettisdagen is the official name and it means Fat Tuesday.
USA ( YEAH! USA! YEAH!nah not really) here they only celebrate it in the Catholic and French-speaking parts and there it is called Mardi Gras. Isn't that a movie or something?
Germany ( Bratwurst ) ; 'Fastnacht'. Original.
France ( oeh la la, baguette eiffeltoren bon bon) ; again; Mardi Gras! It means Grease ( movie, again..)or Fat Tuesday. Do you guys see a recurrent theme here? I do.
Iceland ( uhh.. ice? Supermodels?) ; the word is Sprengidagur which means Bursting Day. Pretty original if you look at all the other names.
The Fun Part; Make your own Pancake Day!
I know that It won't be Pancake Day for a while guys, but I thought that everyday can be Pancake Day so for that I have a simple and easy ( I hope) recipe for you. Enjoy!
Ingredients
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
3 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon white sugar
1 1/4 cups milk
1 egg
3 tablespoons melted butter
How to;
1. In a large bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar. Make a well in the center and pour in the milk, egg and melted butter; mix until smooth.
2. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides and serve hot.
That's a wrap for today guys and gals. Have a nice day, adios!
Sources: source: http://www.projectbritain.com/shrove.html http://www.bing.com/images/
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
I feel alone ; don't we all?
I Feel Alone
When morning wears crown,
with white light of early dawn
When the sun goes down,
and day removes its gown
When night shows frown,
and stars brighten up their town
i feel alone
i feel alone
When quaking eve arrives, i bemoan
there in no one of my own
When tantalizing spring,
glamorizes the lawn
Ah! all the desires, now have flown
None to reckon upon
like a bird, being tied to pinion
i feel alone
i feel alone
'In fall season,
when storms rigadoon
to me, no shelter is known
not any shoulder to rest on
When cuckoo sings,
in summer's morn
Indeed! I am hapless and forlorn
Life always glares with scorn'
I feel alone
I feel alone
(...)
-Hira Akhtar
source: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-alone-8/
Impressive, isn't it?
I , for once, really like this poem. And for school we had to do an assignment about a poem, so here it comes;
What does the poem express?
Well, to be totally honest, to me it is pretty obvious. It expresses lonelyness. When all sorts of things happen, like when storms rigadoon, he/she feels alone. He/she has no shelter, nowhere to go, and is totally alone in this whole wide world. It doesn't matter if good or bad things happen, he/she has no-one to share it with. Everything can be either good or bad, it doesn't matter because he/she is alone. And when you are alone, everything isn't as pretty or good as it was if you could share it with someone. It is pretty sad if you think about it, that one can not feel happiness if he or she is alone. It describes all these things that happen in nature and over time, but after everything that happens,the person in the poem does not see all these things; the only thing he does is feel alone, all the time.
How does it make me feel?
It makes me feel... free, really. That may sound weird, but not to me. If you read it , in your head or out loud,the words just flow so easily. The whole rythem of the poem makes me feel like I can do anything, that it's okay to not know sometimes and feel lonely. It is also recognizeable in a way that everyone feels alone at some time in their lives. It isn't something to be ashamed of, more something you should embrace. Nowadays, being alone or feeling alone is almost frowned upon; everyone should be happy and post cute photos on social media, and let the world see they are having an amazing time. To me, that always feels so obligated; it is almost as if you have to do fun things with other people, otherwise you do not really count. I think it is alright to do something on your own from time to time; it can help you relax and calm down. Here the person in this poem does feel alone, only he/she feels alone all the time; that is something I would never want. Because I like to be alone, but I do not wish to be lonely ( inspirational quote n.1).Here, he/she is lonely. For the rest it almost gives me a feeling of old age, like this is written totally alone (hehe) in some sort of park with the wind blowing through your hair; maybe a little odd, but the words and the overall rhyme sceme just makes me feel that way.
So. At the moment when I am writing this, it is raining so hard here it is not even funky anymore, but I do need to end posts properly, therefore; have a nice day/night/whateva whateva and I hope you sortof liked this and... yeah that was it. I had to do this assignment for school. Nothing more.
Bye!
with white light of early dawn
When the sun goes down,
and day removes its gown
When night shows frown,
and stars brighten up their town
i feel alone
i feel alone
When quaking eve arrives, i bemoan
there in no one of my own
When tantalizing spring,
glamorizes the lawn
Ah! all the desires, now have flown
None to reckon upon
like a bird, being tied to pinion
i feel alone
i feel alone
'In fall season,
when storms rigadoon
to me, no shelter is known
not any shoulder to rest on
When cuckoo sings,
in summer's morn
Indeed! I am hapless and forlorn
Life always glares with scorn'
I feel alone
I feel alone
(...)
-Hira Akhtar
source: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-alone-8/
Impressive, isn't it?
I , for once, really like this poem. And for school we had to do an assignment about a poem, so here it comes;
What does the poem express?
Well, to be totally honest, to me it is pretty obvious. It expresses lonelyness. When all sorts of things happen, like when storms rigadoon, he/she feels alone. He/she has no shelter, nowhere to go, and is totally alone in this whole wide world. It doesn't matter if good or bad things happen, he/she has no-one to share it with. Everything can be either good or bad, it doesn't matter because he/she is alone. And when you are alone, everything isn't as pretty or good as it was if you could share it with someone. It is pretty sad if you think about it, that one can not feel happiness if he or she is alone. It describes all these things that happen in nature and over time, but after everything that happens,the person in the poem does not see all these things; the only thing he does is feel alone, all the time.
How does it make me feel?
It makes me feel... free, really. That may sound weird, but not to me. If you read it , in your head or out loud,the words just flow so easily. The whole rythem of the poem makes me feel like I can do anything, that it's okay to not know sometimes and feel lonely. It is also recognizeable in a way that everyone feels alone at some time in their lives. It isn't something to be ashamed of, more something you should embrace. Nowadays, being alone or feeling alone is almost frowned upon; everyone should be happy and post cute photos on social media, and let the world see they are having an amazing time. To me, that always feels so obligated; it is almost as if you have to do fun things with other people, otherwise you do not really count. I think it is alright to do something on your own from time to time; it can help you relax and calm down. Here the person in this poem does feel alone, only he/she feels alone all the time; that is something I would never want. Because I like to be alone, but I do not wish to be lonely ( inspirational quote n.1).Here, he/she is lonely. For the rest it almost gives me a feeling of old age, like this is written totally alone (hehe) in some sort of park with the wind blowing through your hair; maybe a little odd, but the words and the overall rhyme sceme just makes me feel that way.
So. At the moment when I am writing this, it is raining so hard here it is not even funky anymore, but I do need to end posts properly, therefore; have a nice day/night/whateva whateva and I hope you sortof liked this and... yeah that was it. I had to do this assignment for school. Nothing more.
Bye!
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
The Marshmellow that Changed Everything
Once upon a time, there was a man called Billy who had a pet cat. It was the most hideous creature you can imagine, with scruffy fur, slime dripping out his nose and there was a bite taken out of his left ear. But he was the sweetest cat you can image. If you could bear beeing around him (he stank of rotten eggs) and actually touching him, he would never let go off your lap and sit there forever. This is also a good representation of Billy himself. His full name was Billy Bang Bubbaloo. I don't know what drugs his parents were on (I believe it was qat) but anyways, ofcourse he got bullied for life of that. He then also wasn't very pretty ( read: 1 teeth missing, loads of acne, monobrow and an enormous nose + a very tall upperpart of your body and very short legs) so it was obvious he was the one that would be picked on. He didn't had any friends and the teachers also didn't like him, so he had a rough childhood. I believe his elders were always trying out new drugs and they never really cared about Billy; they called him 'The Problem.' Uplifting, heh. But anyways, one night, when at school he finally tried to talk to the girl he liked, Christina, and she didn't even say anything but just turned around with an 'aw gross' look on her face, he had enough. He went out of bed, stood infront of his window and wished a friend; a friend that would never judge him, never be mean to him and always help him. When he woke up the next morning, the first thing he smelled was rotten eggs, and the first thing he saw was his new pet cat; Mr. Rotty ( I didn't come up with that name, believe me, I'm just the storyteller) Mr. Rotty (what an awful name) soon became his best friend. He helped him through highschool and middle school, because everyday when Billy came home after a day of being bullied again and he saw his parents lying high on the couch, he went to his bedroom, lied on the bed and waited for Mr.Rotty to come there too. There they cuddled and it was the only highlight of his day. Ofcourse, because Mr.Rotty smelled awful he began smelling too, and so the bullies never came to him anymore or anyone in particular, because they couldn't bear the smell. Pussies. So, for a long time, the cat had been his best (and only) friend. But then one day, all this changed...
Billy was sick today, he decided. He didn't wanted to go to school and face the teachers' faces anymore, and finally his parents were gone, going on a rave for two days or something. He was finally alone! Mr.Rotty was catching mouses and would be gone for a few hours, so he had the house to himself. To start the day I will start with a hot chocolate, he thought. He grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk and looked at the date. Only two days late, nothing to worry about. He gave himself a nice big mug of chocolate milk, and tried to do anything in the time the microwave was warming up his drink. He failed, ofcourse. We all do. Anyways, he sat on the bank with his drink, drinking it slowly whilst watching his favourite channel ; Comedy Channel. It tasted a little weird, but he was used to it, so he just drank it all up. I haven't even eaten today, he thought to himself. What to do? He looked in all the corners and places, and eventually found a bag of old marshmellows. He opened the bag and was ready to dig in, when he suddenly saw something weird...
The marsmellows, pink and white, were moving! One white gigantous one had a tiny mouth and huge eyes, and said to another pink one; 'No, Lisa! Stop it! You can't play with lives like that!' The pink one eyed warily at him and said : 'It was just a game, Dad, come on. Nothing to worry about. We were onl...' Dad interrupted by saying: 'No, I will worry about it! You and that boy are always getting into trouble!' During this argument, Billy thought to himself: ' I'm hallucinating. I'm hallucinating. I'm hallucinating.' He ran to the bottle of chocolate milk, always keeping his eyes on the bag of marshmellows, and sniffed it again. And again. And then it him him. His parents were true drug addicts, and sometimes made their own liquids by mixing milk or juice with loads of drugs. They only took one little glass, and he took a whole mug! Billy started sweating and struggling to keep his balance. He then crawled to the bag of marshmellows, (he already fell but didn't realise) and looked at them again. They weren't talking anymore, they were mean marshmellows! With spears and fire they came at him, trying to kill him. Billy screamed and tried to fight, but he felt his strength disappearing out of him. The last thing he saw before it all went black were the tiny marshmellows coming at him, and a blurry green field with a castle. He saw a princess in there, who was calling his name; 'Billy... Biiilyy... Biiillly...' Full of hope did he ran to her, but she disappeared before he got there. Now there was nothing but black. He looked around, but there was nothing. He fell on his knees and started sobbing for the loss of his world. Then he closed his eyes, and that was the last thing he ever saw; darkness.
They found his body 2 days later. After a brief examination of the police they decided that he took an overdose and died of that. 'Kids follow their parents,' said the Police chief ' It was only a matter of time before he started experimenting too.' On school they held an obligated homage, but nobioy really felt sorry for him. Nobody liked him, so they secretly were relieved that he and his smell were finally gone. To the funeral came his (stoned) parents, a few unknown aunts and uncles and, most importantly, his cat Mr.Rotty. He was sobbing inside. 'I should have stayed home, then I could have helped him. But no, I had to go. Why? WHY?''did he thought and he started crying at the funeral. 'Can somebody please beat the crap out of that cat, his screaming hurts my ears' said a fat aunt of Billy that he never met. Everybody felt relived they had something to do, so they all want after the cat. Mr.Rotty ran for his life and eventually, after many hours, found a place to rest. He laid down and thought about all the fun times they experiences, all the hope and joy they gave eachother. 'That will never be anymore,' he thought 'because BFF's don't exist when one lives and one is dead.' He got up, looked around, threw up and then wandered away in the fading light, and nobody has ever seen him after that...
NOTE: three days later he also died because of an overdosis of catnip. So right now they are together in heaven and can be BFF's once again. And so, they lived happily ever after... YIEHA!
Billy was sick today, he decided. He didn't wanted to go to school and face the teachers' faces anymore, and finally his parents were gone, going on a rave for two days or something. He was finally alone! Mr.Rotty was catching mouses and would be gone for a few hours, so he had the house to himself. To start the day I will start with a hot chocolate, he thought. He grabbed the bottle of chocolate milk and looked at the date. Only two days late, nothing to worry about. He gave himself a nice big mug of chocolate milk, and tried to do anything in the time the microwave was warming up his drink. He failed, ofcourse. We all do. Anyways, he sat on the bank with his drink, drinking it slowly whilst watching his favourite channel ; Comedy Channel. It tasted a little weird, but he was used to it, so he just drank it all up. I haven't even eaten today, he thought to himself. What to do? He looked in all the corners and places, and eventually found a bag of old marshmellows. He opened the bag and was ready to dig in, when he suddenly saw something weird...
The marsmellows, pink and white, were moving! One white gigantous one had a tiny mouth and huge eyes, and said to another pink one; 'No, Lisa! Stop it! You can't play with lives like that!' The pink one eyed warily at him and said : 'It was just a game, Dad, come on. Nothing to worry about. We were onl...' Dad interrupted by saying: 'No, I will worry about it! You and that boy are always getting into trouble!' During this argument, Billy thought to himself: ' I'm hallucinating. I'm hallucinating. I'm hallucinating.' He ran to the bottle of chocolate milk, always keeping his eyes on the bag of marshmellows, and sniffed it again. And again. And then it him him. His parents were true drug addicts, and sometimes made their own liquids by mixing milk or juice with loads of drugs. They only took one little glass, and he took a whole mug! Billy started sweating and struggling to keep his balance. He then crawled to the bag of marshmellows, (he already fell but didn't realise) and looked at them again. They weren't talking anymore, they were mean marshmellows! With spears and fire they came at him, trying to kill him. Billy screamed and tried to fight, but he felt his strength disappearing out of him. The last thing he saw before it all went black were the tiny marshmellows coming at him, and a blurry green field with a castle. He saw a princess in there, who was calling his name; 'Billy... Biiilyy... Biiillly...' Full of hope did he ran to her, but she disappeared before he got there. Now there was nothing but black. He looked around, but there was nothing. He fell on his knees and started sobbing for the loss of his world. Then he closed his eyes, and that was the last thing he ever saw; darkness.
They found his body 2 days later. After a brief examination of the police they decided that he took an overdose and died of that. 'Kids follow their parents,' said the Police chief ' It was only a matter of time before he started experimenting too.' On school they held an obligated homage, but nobioy really felt sorry for him. Nobody liked him, so they secretly were relieved that he and his smell were finally gone. To the funeral came his (stoned) parents, a few unknown aunts and uncles and, most importantly, his cat Mr.Rotty. He was sobbing inside. 'I should have stayed home, then I could have helped him. But no, I had to go. Why? WHY?''did he thought and he started crying at the funeral. 'Can somebody please beat the crap out of that cat, his screaming hurts my ears' said a fat aunt of Billy that he never met. Everybody felt relived they had something to do, so they all want after the cat. Mr.Rotty ran for his life and eventually, after many hours, found a place to rest. He laid down and thought about all the fun times they experiences, all the hope and joy they gave eachother. 'That will never be anymore,' he thought 'because BFF's don't exist when one lives and one is dead.' He got up, looked around, threw up and then wandered away in the fading light, and nobody has ever seen him after that...
NOTE: three days later he also died because of an overdosis of catnip. So right now they are together in heaven and can be BFF's once again. And so, they lived happily ever after... YIEHA!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
My Dream Holiday
Aaah, vacation. Time to first relax from school, and later stress because you have too much clothes with you and it does not fit in the car. I go to Spain almost every year, to relax, tan, shop and most of all; to be totally somewhere else without the worries of everyday life. But if I really had all the opportunities, where would I go? A shopping spree in Paris? Or to lay all day with a good book at the beach in Italy? Or go on a roadtrip in America('Merica for the South)? Read along and you will find out!
Where and why?
first of all, where would I go? That totally depends on what kind of vacation you want to have, I think. Here is a little list;
-London: to explore the town, shop unlimited and basically submerge yourself in the London culture.
-Paris: to shop unlimited (again), act like Blair and Serena in Gossip Girl, fall in love with some French model and eat macaroons all day.
-India: to really get a culture shock. I want to explore everything there, the traditional food and believes, just because it is so different than what I am used to here in the Netherlands.
But what my REAL holiday dream is?
A tour through the whole of South America, starting in Rio de Janeiro and travelling further down. Thát would be my ultimate dream holiday!
The cultures and varieties of people, combined with the beautiful nature is what really draws me there. To have a trip through the Amazon and meet traditional tribes, is my ultimate dream. Also the food and whole mentality of South America just speaks to me, so that are my reasons why this is my dream holiday.
What to do?
And when I am there, what will I do? Well, there are different things for every country;
Paris: Shop Shop Shooppp!! Haha no not only that ;) I do not want to explore the tourist highlights, but the more unknown pearls in the city. Drink tea every day in a different cafe, go to Ladurée for the delicious macaroons and as said before, fall in love..
London: Here I would, if possible, just explore the whole town. Totally. Go to tourist higlights like the Big Ben , but also to more unknown sides of the city. In London it is not so much that I want to only shop, I want to really explore the London town itself.
India: Aaaah, India! Food and culture, here I come! Basically everything as said before; explore the culture and traditions and not go to any tourist highlights. When I will travel, I do not want to plan everywhere I go to, I just want to see what will happen and react on that.
South-America:
Transport
Ofcourse, before I can celebrate my vacation, I first need to actually go there. To Paris and London is easy; I go by train, the Thalys, to Paris and stand there in about 3 hours. To London I would catch a short flight, just because it is a lot faster to do than if you would go by car and train.
India is another story. To get to India you have to catch a relly long flight, but when you are in India you can easily hold on a tuk-tuk and they will transport you everywhere in the city. For going to other places you can go by train or, if it is really far away, you can catch a flight.
To South America you also need to have a flight to, for example, the capital of Brazil. (because that is where I want to start) from there on you can, if you stay in one country, catch a train. But if I for example want to go to Chili, I might need to catch a plane or something. I think it depends on the trains and busses right there, if you can easily travel to one place or another.
With whom?
Just to make it clear; I would go alone. Not because I hate mankind, but because I think there is no-one I would like to spend 4 months with in Brazil or India. If you go alone, you are more open to toher people and you also really have time to think for yourself and not always feel responsible for somebody else, You are totally free and that is what draws me so much to going alone.
With Paris and London, it is another story. There I woud most definitely go with some friends, family maybe, my sisters. Because it isn't at the other side of the world, and it are mostly going to be shopping trips, I woud like to spent that time with someone else, because there you can't really come loose from your home instead if you go to India or Brazil.
Funding?
And there comes the money issue.. of
course right now I don't have the money to go on a world trip to India or even go on a trip to Antwerp, but there are a few solutions for that:
-win the lottery
-win the lottery
-save up some money every month or week for years
-win the lottery
-beg for money from my parents
-have a job
-win the lottery
Well, I think the money issue will stay for a while, but after all, we are talking about a dream holiday, not a real one. (ba-dum ptss..)
When?
For Paris and London, I think either may or september is perfect, because then it is still a nice temperature ( around 20-18 degrees C) not too hot, not too cold, and then most of the tourists are gone. When I am on holiday, I do not want to see tourists everywhere I go, but locals, to get a real taste of the culture there. Around 1 month will be enough for both, just because I fear otherwise I might get bored from only shopping and only exploring one city and nothing else. Then you have enought time to explore the town and shop a lot, whilst you will not get bored!
With India I will have to deal with the different seasons. It is either bloody hot there or, well, bloody hot. Mweh. You have 3 seasons there; winter,summer and the moessonperiod(= a period of time where there falls a humongous amount of rain, that you can have swimmingpools for dinosaurs on the streets, so much rain falls.) My preference would be to go in the months of october-march, because they say (on the website) that that is the best time to go and explore. I want to explore the whole of
India, and you have a lot of different climates there to be taken into account. I would go from the months January till March, because I want to spend the holidays at home with my family.
And then South-America! Also here is to be taken into account the different climates and seasons in all the other countries. You also have to think about El Nino or La Nina, drastical climate changes that can really mess up your vacation. The best possible time would be either in Autumn or Spring, for all the countries.
Age?
Then there is the age-issue. Right now I'm fifteen years old, and maybe just a liiitle bit too young for being alone in South-America. And because of that, I have just figured out a perfect plan: when I'm eightteen I will go to college, finish my studies and in the meantime have any sorts of jobs. Then, as a present to myself for completing my studies I go on my dream holiday. I will be around 22 or 23 I guess, which I think is a perfect age; not too young and not too grumpy and old (and yes I think you will become grumpy when you age, just look at my dad.)
And that, ladies and gentlemen, completes this tremendous long post about my dream holiday. If you read the whole thing; kudos to you. Do I think I will ever actually go on all these holiday's? I hope so. I don't know actually, I don't really see myself as the 'adventurous' girl. But we will see....
Have a nice day and look out for llamas, they can be very annoying when they spit on you. Trust me.
Sources: http://www.indiaweb.nl/reis-info/klimaat/
http://pretty-girl-stuff.blogspot.nl/2011/09/parijs.html
http://www.goeslatijnsamerika.nl/programma/latin-festival
http://www.unique-southamerica-travel-experience.com/climate-of-south-america.html
Where and why?
first of all, where would I go? That totally depends on what kind of vacation you want to have, I think. Here is a little list;
-London: to explore the town, shop unlimited and basically submerge yourself in the London culture.
-Paris: to shop unlimited (again), act like Blair and Serena in Gossip Girl, fall in love with some French model and eat macaroons all day.
-India: to really get a culture shock. I want to explore everything there, the traditional food and believes, just because it is so different than what I am used to here in the Netherlands.
But what my REAL holiday dream is?
A tour through the whole of South America, starting in Rio de Janeiro and travelling further down. Thát would be my ultimate dream holiday!
The cultures and varieties of people, combined with the beautiful nature is what really draws me there. To have a trip through the Amazon and meet traditional tribes, is my ultimate dream. Also the food and whole mentality of South America just speaks to me, so that are my reasons why this is my dream holiday.
And when I am there, what will I do? Well, there are different things for every country;
Paris: Shop Shop Shooppp!! Haha no not only that ;) I do not want to explore the tourist highlights, but the more unknown pearls in the city. Drink tea every day in a different cafe, go to Ladurée for the delicious macaroons and as said before, fall in love..
London: Here I would, if possible, just explore the whole town. Totally. Go to tourist higlights like the Big Ben , but also to more unknown sides of the city. In London it is not so much that I want to only shop, I want to really explore the London town itself.
India: Aaaah, India! Food and culture, here I come! Basically everything as said before; explore the culture and traditions and not go to any tourist highlights. When I will travel, I do not want to plan everywhere I go to, I just want to see what will happen and react on that.
South-America:
Transport
Ofcourse, before I can celebrate my vacation, I first need to actually go there. To Paris and London is easy; I go by train, the Thalys, to Paris and stand there in about 3 hours. To London I would catch a short flight, just because it is a lot faster to do than if you would go by car and train.
India is another story. To get to India you have to catch a relly long flight, but when you are in India you can easily hold on a tuk-tuk and they will transport you everywhere in the city. For going to other places you can go by train or, if it is really far away, you can catch a flight.
To South America you also need to have a flight to, for example, the capital of Brazil. (because that is where I want to start) from there on you can, if you stay in one country, catch a train. But if I for example want to go to Chili, I might need to catch a plane or something. I think it depends on the trains and busses right there, if you can easily travel to one place or another.
With whom?
Just to make it clear; I would go alone. Not because I hate mankind, but because I think there is no-one I would like to spend 4 months with in Brazil or India. If you go alone, you are more open to toher people and you also really have time to think for yourself and not always feel responsible for somebody else, You are totally free and that is what draws me so much to going alone.
With Paris and London, it is another story. There I woud most definitely go with some friends, family maybe, my sisters. Because it isn't at the other side of the world, and it are mostly going to be shopping trips, I woud like to spent that time with someone else, because there you can't really come loose from your home instead if you go to India or Brazil.
Funding?
And there comes the money issue.. of
course right now I don't have the money to go on a world trip to India or even go on a trip to Antwerp, but there are a few solutions for that:-win the lottery
-win the lottery
-save up some money every month or week for years
-win the lottery
-beg for money from my parents
-have a job
-win the lottery
Well, I think the money issue will stay for a while, but after all, we are talking about a dream holiday, not a real one. (ba-dum ptss..)
When?
For Paris and London, I think either may or september is perfect, because then it is still a nice temperature ( around 20-18 degrees C) not too hot, not too cold, and then most of the tourists are gone. When I am on holiday, I do not want to see tourists everywhere I go, but locals, to get a real taste of the culture there. Around 1 month will be enough for both, just because I fear otherwise I might get bored from only shopping and only exploring one city and nothing else. Then you have enought time to explore the town and shop a lot, whilst you will not get bored!
With India I will have to deal with the different seasons. It is either bloody hot there or, well, bloody hot. Mweh. You have 3 seasons there; winter,summer and the moessonperiod(= a period of time where there falls a humongous amount of rain, that you can have swimmingpools for dinosaurs on the streets, so much rain falls.) My preference would be to go in the months of october-march, because they say (on the website) that that is the best time to go and explore. I want to explore the whole of
India, and you have a lot of different climates there to be taken into account. I would go from the months January till March, because I want to spend the holidays at home with my family.
And then South-America! Also here is to be taken into account the different climates and seasons in all the other countries. You also have to think about El Nino or La Nina, drastical climate changes that can really mess up your vacation. The best possible time would be either in Autumn or Spring, for all the countries.
Age?
Then there is the age-issue. Right now I'm fifteen years old, and maybe just a liiitle bit too young for being alone in South-America. And because of that, I have just figured out a perfect plan: when I'm eightteen I will go to college, finish my studies and in the meantime have any sorts of jobs. Then, as a present to myself for completing my studies I go on my dream holiday. I will be around 22 or 23 I guess, which I think is a perfect age; not too young and not too grumpy and old (and yes I think you will become grumpy when you age, just look at my dad.)
And that, ladies and gentlemen, completes this tremendous long post about my dream holiday. If you read the whole thing; kudos to you. Do I think I will ever actually go on all these holiday's? I hope so. I don't know actually, I don't really see myself as the 'adventurous' girl. But we will see....
Have a nice day and look out for llamas, they can be very annoying when they spit on you. Trust me.
Sources: http://www.indiaweb.nl/reis-info/klimaat/
http://pretty-girl-stuff.blogspot.nl/2011/09/parijs.html
http://www.goeslatijnsamerika.nl/programma/latin-festival
http://www.unique-southamerica-travel-experience.com/climate-of-south-america.html
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
John Legend; A living legend
Goodmorning everybody! Let's start out morning with talking gossip about a famous person! perfect thing to do, I believe. And I have the perfect person for that ; John Legend.
Right now you may think ' Who the hell is that?' Well, if you have any idea of soul/R&B music, you know this guy. If not, dishonour on you, dishonour on your cow ( a Mulan reference, don't take it personal) But let's get back to the topic.
'A gentlemen, funny, passionate and most likely dressed in either a clean black suit or a relaxed boho T-Shirt. He has probing brown eyes and always seems to find the right words to talk to you.' As said by his fiancée Chrissy Teigen.
Growing up before he became a Legend
John Legend was born in 1978 as John Stephens in Springfield, Ohio. At only the age of four ( same as Mozart ) he started playing the piano, and a few years later he was in the church chore. He learned singing gospelnumbers from his grandma, and got inspired by artists such as Micheal Jackson, MC Hammer and JJ Cool. During highschool he also had a small chore and made some CD's, and mainly focussed on music, not so much on school (WARNING: You can like music, but you also need to pay attention to school, unfortunately)
Legend was a happy kid growing up, but not always the number one. He says himself; ' I had a happy youth growing up and I really liked to perform an sing. At the age of four I already begged my parents for putting me on piano lessons, haha.' His mother was a seamstress and his father a factory worker, but he never had any shortage in his life; 'I love my mom and dad, and we always had enough food to eat and clothes on our bodies, so I can not complain. He also strated writing songs at the age of just eight, always to perform them later on anywhere else. He studied English at the University of Pennsylvania, where he had a job as a management consultant when he graduated, There, he also incouraged himself to playing in nightclubs more and more.
A young Legend
Musical career
After he graduated he moved to Philedelphia and totally focussed on the music, singing at nightclubs
and getting in touch with other musicians such as Jill Scott and the Roots. He slowly became more famous and also started singing in New York and Washington D.C. In 2001, he brought out his first official album, titled Live at Jimmy's Uptown.
Later on, through his earlier roommate Devon, he came in touch with Kanye West ( Yes, the dad from North West, the airline company) and they became close friends and work partners. He became a member of the record company from Kanye West, called G.O.O.D Music. In 2004, Kanye's first album, 'Dropout', came out, an album Legend worked on a lot. And for Legend's first album, in 2004 as well, called 'Get Lifted' Kanye worked on that album alot. A sort of payback, as you can see.
The album 'Get Lifted' was a huge hit, being awarded for 3 Grammy Awards (Best R&B Album, Best R&B Male Vocal Performance, Best New Artist) and producing two very popular songs, called Used To Love U and Ordinary People.
After that he released two more albums, in 2006 and 2008, called 'Once Again' and 'Evolver', where he worked together with will.i.am and Kanye West. On the moment he has released two new songs, called 'Made to Love' and 'Who Do We Think We Are'( listen to them, they' are amazing!) and his new album #LoveInTheFuture just came out.
Picture from his new album #LoveInTheFuture
Personal Life and future
He recently married the 'love of his life', Christine Teigen, a beautiful model. He popped the question on a vacation on the Maldives and luckily she said yes. 'I was really nervous about asking her' he says, 'Because there is always the chance that she could say no. But luckily she said yes, so right now I am the happiest man on earth!' As you can see above, he has released a new album and the songs on there *spoiler alert* are amazing! He is planning to keep making music and may even be going on tour, but that is not sure yet. Anyway, he has a bright future ahead!
The two lovebirds together
Why him
Right now you might ask yourself, why on earth has she chosen a bit of an unknown celebrity instead of someone really famous? Well, because I thought that there are a lot of artists out there who are amazing, but don't get the attention they deserve just because they don't sell themselves so well, or use a lot of publicity. This is an amazing artist and I thought that he deserved to be in the sunshine today!
Nice, heh?
Well, this was the blogpost for the day again, and I hope you have learned a little bit more about this talented, but relativly unknown man. There are a lot of artist out on Youtube, all amazing singers but just unknown. So click away from Katy Perry for once and start exploring Youtube, and you may find your new favorite artist. I know I did.
Have a nice week,
See You Later Alligator!
Sources: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/music/rockandpopfeatures/10271814/John-Legend-interview-Obama-is-not-enough.html http://www.johnlegend.com/ https://www.google.nl/search?q=loveinthefuture+john+legend&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=H3uMUo7rJobR7AbK0IGoBA&ved=0CAcQ_AUoAQ&biw=1280&bih=929#facrc=_&imgdii=_&imgrc=1YXXbjfgHxIrGM%3A%3B7MGbLmjVsDmuAM%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.stasheverything.com%252Fwp-content%252Fuploads%252F2013%252F09%252FJohn-Legend-Love-In-The-Future.jpg%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.stasheverything.com%252Flifestyle%252Falbum-review-john-legend-love-in-the-future%252F%3B440%3B430
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Welcome to my blog!
Hello everybody on the interwebs! My name is Nina van der Wee and for my English class we had to make a blog, posting at least 7 times a piece of text with around 500 words. But first, let's introduce myself to you.
As you have already read, my name is Nina van der Wee. I am 15 years old ( born on the 27th of July 1998, together with my twinsister Sophia. She is the oldest one unfortunately... ) I also have an older sister, Lizanne ,who is 21 , and an older brother, Thomas, who is 24. We all live together in a regular house in Hendrik-Ido-Ambacht, a town in the Netherlands. Unfortunately We don't have any pets, because everybody is allergic and we are the worst at taking care of animals( one time I had fish, but sadly they died a few days later because I forgot to feed them)
I go to school in Dordrecht, at the Johan de Witt-Gymnasium. Right now I am in fourth class, and last year we had to choose our profiles. First I thought about NG( basically the profile for who wants to become a doctor) but after I found out that we had to do physics as well ( which I hate ) I choose for CS (Culture and Society, with 5 languages and history and art) instead. So far I really like it, and I hope it stays that way.
For hobbies, I really like reading ( especially Harry Potter!), playing hockey, chatting with friends, browsing the internet, eating..( alright, the last two ones aren't really hobbies..) I enjoy shopping and watching makeup tutorials, so in that case I am a girly-girl. But after all, I am just a regular teen who has a regular teen life and who had to make a blog for English class.
I hope you all enjoyed this post, and I will see you soon. Bye!
As you have already read, my name is Nina van der Wee. I am 15 years old ( born on the 27th of July 1998, together with my twinsister Sophia. She is the oldest one unfortunately... ) I also have an older sister, Lizanne ,who is 21 , and an older brother, Thomas, who is 24. We all live together in a regular house in Hendrik-Ido-Ambacht, a town in the Netherlands. Unfortunately We don't have any pets, because everybody is allergic and we are the worst at taking care of animals( one time I had fish, but sadly they died a few days later because I forgot to feed them)
I go to school in Dordrecht, at the Johan de Witt-Gymnasium. Right now I am in fourth class, and last year we had to choose our profiles. First I thought about NG( basically the profile for who wants to become a doctor) but after I found out that we had to do physics as well ( which I hate ) I choose for CS (Culture and Society, with 5 languages and history and art) instead. So far I really like it, and I hope it stays that way.
For hobbies, I really like reading ( especially Harry Potter!), playing hockey, chatting with friends, browsing the internet, eating..( alright, the last two ones aren't really hobbies..) I enjoy shopping and watching makeup tutorials, so in that case I am a girly-girl. But after all, I am just a regular teen who has a regular teen life and who had to make a blog for English class.
I hope you all enjoyed this post, and I will see you soon. Bye!
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