en als je dacht dat een nieuw jaar een nieuwe begin voor een actiever blogleven is dan heb je het mis!
De komende 6maanden hou ik mij bezig met examens en buitenlandse stage 🙂
Ik hoop dat jullie evenveel zin hebben in 2012 als ik!
liefs
fml
30 novje hebt zo van die dagen waar alles lelijk tegenzit. om toch weer een glimlach op dat mooie snoetje van jou te toveren, kan je bijvoorbeeld lachen met een ander z’n miserie.
fml is hiervoor de geschikte site. lees maar even mee:
– Today, my stepbrother found my diary and read it. He then told my boyfriend how I had a crush on another guy, and no longer liked him, causing my boyfriend to break up with me. That diary was from the third grade. FML
– Today, after spending two weeks renovating my room and $1000 on paint and a new floor, my landlord told me that he’s sold the house. Also, he was kind enough to inform me that unless I paint the walls back to white, I won’t be getting my $500 deposit back. FML
– Today, a young boy helped me carry my groceries home. He then asked me to sign his sheet to certify that he had done half an hour of service to the elderly. I’m 46. FML
– Today, I had drunk sex with a girl that I barely know. I didn’t have a condom and was nervous about getting her pregnant, but she assured me that I could pull out. Right when I was about to pull out, she wrapped her legs around me and yelled, “BE MY BABY’S DADDY!” I couldn’t get out in time. FML
– Today, brand new cocktail dress: $300. Matching peep toe heels: $100. Getting my hair done at the salon: $80. Treating myself to a mani/pedi: $50. When finally meeting the guy I have been chatting online with for 2 months, I find out hes my cousin: priceless. FML
– Today, my boyfriend of 2 years took me to get a tattoo done with his name on. He paid for it. After it was done he told me it was over between us and he thought it’d be a nice reminder of him for me. FML
november 2011
22 novstuderen, weekendwerk, uitgaan, vorming geven, spellekes uitwerken, klj, ontwerpen, denemarken, vrienden, winkelen, concerten, ardennen, zwemmen, slapen, schrijven voor het schoolmagazine, studiedagen, projectaanvragen, reflecties, studentenraad, kadootjes kopen, op café, familie, thesis, stagevoorbereiding, interviews, fotograferen, schilderen, verjaardagsfeestjes, muurklimmen, sauna, picknicken, flashmob, voetbal, groepswerk, workshops geven, werkveldbezoek, taart maken, taart verkopen, babysitten, familiefeestjes, uit eten, een blauwtje lopen, verdrietig zijn, de slappe lach, frustraties, deadlines niet halen, beursaanvragen, receptie, verrassingsfeestjes, cantus, schotse avond, blacklight volleybal, rugby, sumoworstelen, presenteren, koken, vaccinaties …
je bent jong en je wilt wat
i am baker
23 oktprijs jullie allen gelukkig dat ik mijn taarten niet show. onder het moto ‘het ziet er niet uit maar het smaakt wel’ tover ik af en toe lelijke klassiekers op tafel.
i am baker is een site vol wondermooie, originele taarten mèt recept. neem alvast een kijkje en laat jullie inspireren!
le love
11 oktIt’s friday night, I feel a bit under the weather. Sitting on this new bed, in a new room, in a different part of a world.
A few months ago I decided that I needed to start over; I needed to leave behind all my tangled-love-stories that were closer to tragedies, and instead take the risk to go some place new. I boarded a plain on the other side of the world and arrived here in Berkeley, California two weeks ago.
It’s different than what I’m used to.
I could go into the past and talk about all my ups and downs, the highs and the seriously low lows. But here, miles away, all of that feels irrelevant now. I feel like I can be someone better.
Some things still pinch inside, some memories still make me laugh a little. I still remember some friends, I still dream of some lovers.
This is not another cliche love story, although I’ve had a series of cliche moments in a series relationships, with different faces and different names.
I’ve been love with the guy who threw me across the room and into the wall. I’ve been in love with the guy who was the best a friend could ever be; and suddenly, as I moved destinations, so did his feelings.
Their feelings always died. It always felt like I was the only loyal one, who gave in with my everything.
But I’m starting to realize that that’s ok. It’s those little qualities that make us who we are. As for the experiences, they make us stronger and we should never have regret.
Sometimes I wonder if I was born to accomplish bigger and better things.
Sometimes I wonder why I ever lowered my own standards just to meet someone else’s.
I truly believe that true, real, unconditional love exists. I know it’s there because I’ve felt it, at least for a moment if not more, even in the worst relationship that I could have possibly been in.
Sometimes I like to read the stories on this blog when I feel low and in need of something inspiring, and though this isn’t a love story, I hope it gives you some hope. I hope you know that you’re stronger than the one who hurt you; you’re happiness doesn’t depend on them.
You are limitless. You are free.
Take a risk to do something you’re passionate about, no matter how overwhelming it may feel.
I’ve left every single thing behind me, and here I am, in a whole new world. I don’t know how long it may be before I find what I am looking for, but I have faith that someday I will find it.
And you will too. I promise.
Reaa
zoals een blad dat valt – lut de block
7 oktzoals een blad dat valt,
zo viel jouw naam.
jij lieflijk jiddisch meisje,
verrast door een kus, verast
door een kus op de kouter.
gas verzandt in je mond. je liep hem nog na,
je tong proefde gulzig het slib van zijn lippen.
jij judith, hij judas. je as dwarrelt neer,
je witte bloed zindert en zoekt zich een vrijplaats,
een plein in de stad waar de liefde je loutert,
een liefde die geen blad voor de mond neemt,
een mond die zich aanbiedt, een kus op de kouter.
Lise lieft 