tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623706357887210992024-03-18T22:05:21.122-07:00Past the darknessInspiration is something special, it keeps you going. This blog is here to also keep you going, so full of inspiration. You can always get something positive out of something negative. So stay Positive. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-81824912600677405352014-05-30T07:16:00.001-07:002014-05-30T07:52:37.128-07:00Outfits of the past week.You probably noticed I haven't blogged in a while, sorry sorry sorry. But the thing is... I have been very sick the past 2 weeks (nothing serious) and I couldn't get myself to blog or do my homework or anything else. I'm still a little sick but I'm getting better.<br />
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What I did do is make a sort of a look book of what I wore the past week. Spring just started and surprisingly it was actually sunny and warm for that week, so I decided to get all of my summer clothes ready and show you some!<br />
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<i>Sunday.</i><br />
I had a birthday party from my little cousin who turned 3! She was adorable, I didn't overdress of course because she's still very young. And I decided to go with this pants because I had a bruise on my leg which was hurting like crazy with my skinny jeans on. The top misses a button, that is because I've had it for years.<br />
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<i>Monday.</i><br />
I love these pants with snake print, my mom got me these when she was in Dubai. It's like I don't even have pants on. I wore it with a simple black top because the pants are already enough colors. And a big owl necklace (who I broke the same day oops).<br />
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<i>Tuesday.</i><br />
That skirt is one of my favorites because of the lovely color, I bought it last year in random shop. the top says "Stay Weird" upside down (you have no idea how many people asked me that) and is from the Brandy Melville.<br />
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<i>Wednesday.</i><br />
The see through top was a present from my aunt and I love it, but if I saw it in a store I probably wouldn't even had tried it on. So I'm glad my aunt has such an extraordinary taste in clothes! I could finally put some jeans on too!<br />
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<i>Thursday.</i><br />
The pants were very blue and I never really know what to wear with them. I decided to got with this sleeveless blouse from the H&M, I like this blouse because it is longer in the back. very simple, but I like it<br />
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<i>Friday.</i><br />
This friday was a big worldwide thing from OnePiece. OnePiece asked all customers around the world to wear their OnePiece to work or school and send them a picture with the hashtag #OnePiece2Work. And for every picture they donated money to FuckCancer. I thought this was a lovely idea and I couldn't be happier, I was very sick and walking around in my OnePiece made it less terrible. Even though I had some people looking weird at me, but I also got compliments!<br />
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<b>What was your favorite outfit?</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-29103226203104859372014-05-20T11:48:00.001-07:002014-05-20T11:48:19.221-07:00My letter to Demi Lovato.A friend of mine is meeting Demi Lovato soon, and as the good friend that she is she asked me to write a letter for Demi if I wanted to.<br />
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Demi is someone I look up to more then any other celebrity. She's helped through stuff, how stupid it may sound. She really did. And if I get the opportunity to thank her you won't have to ask me twice.<br />
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This will be a very personal letter, but I decided to share it for the entire world on my blog. why? because I know what it's like to feel all alone and I never really felt alone. I always could listen to Demi. And you're not alone either you'll find the one person you can always count on, or you'll find someone to look up, like I look up to Demi.<br />
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So, lets poor down my heart on this piece of internet.<br />
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Dear Demi,<br />
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First let me introduce myself. My name is Imane. I'm 19 years old and I live in Amsterdam (the city you somehow always miss when you're touring, just saying *hint hint*). I'm one of those girls who you probably met a million of, one of those girls who will tell you meant the world to them. You were the one that helped me get through stuff. And of course every single one of those million girls has her story of how you changed her life.<br />
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So here's mine.<br />
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I've always loved you, since I discovered you through Camp Rock. You were the girl I wanted to be, you were living the dream, while you were a mess inside. And weirdly enough that's also how I lived.<br />
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When you got into rehab I was very proud and supportive, I knew you'd come out stronger then ever. And I couldn't wait for you to get out of rehab. And from the moment you got out of rehab and started talking about your problems I started loving you more and more, and I started talking too. And crying, a lot. I've stopped feeling stuff, and just got rid of all my emotions and I was finally feeling again and allowing myself to feel all those emotions. You are a woman I want my children to know about when I'm older. I'll tell them what you mean to me for sure.<br />
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I've had a good good friend named Drake who lived across the world in Miami, Drake was honestly my best friend, he knew how much I loved you. He always made little references to you while we were talking about random things. Drake played piano, and one morning he surprised me by playing for the love of a daughter for me. And that is what I always listened to for almost a year. Drake past away because of cancer over a year ago. When he passed away and Nightingale came out you had touched me like never before. I cried my eyes out while listening to the song, I know it means a lot to you too. You opened up so much to your fans and made yourself so vulnerable. And to me that song means the world too, it gave me rest. After crying everything out and trying to get over it mostly I understood the beauty of the song. And I understood why you were so open, to tell me and another million girls that it's okay to feel the things you feel and it's okay to talk about your feelings.<br />
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When I hear nightingale it now, it makes me smile.<br />
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I probably missed out a million other things I wanted to tell you, but when you get to write a letter to the one person you owe your life to you sort of forget everything that ever happened to you and you just sit there behind your computer thinking about what I want you to read.<br />
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You've been there for me when I felt like I've had no one to turn to, and you're also the one that always makes me happy. And on my happy moments I go crazy on your happy songs. You make my mood Demi Lovato. You made me dream, you made me believe, you made me happy.<br />
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Every morning I start my day with reading your book. It's the best way to start my day. It's like meditation.<br />
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You're the best thing that ever happened to me, thank you for being such a role model. And for being the awkward quirky amazing person you are.<br />
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I love you with all my heart,<br />
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Imane,<br />
some girl just like all the others. Who looks up to you. Who loves you. Who are proud of you.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-51054656687409405222014-05-18T05:01:00.000-07:002014-05-18T05:08:23.608-07:00What to do with my blog.As you may have noticed I haven't posted anything in a while and that's because of a couple reasons.<br />
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So I got my feedback for my blog which was all right. I got an 8 out of a 10. But moving on to my blog I told in <a href="http://pastthedarkness.blogspot.nl/2014/04/my-last-blogpost-or-not.html" target="_blank">another blog</a> post that I definitely wouldn't stop blogging of course. But I have to admit I might have thought about it this past week until my best friend told me to keep doing it. Don't get me wrong, I have some mad love for blogging and reading other blogs. It's a journey of learning a lot of different things, and I wouldn't want to miss it.</div>
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Looking back on my blog, when I was blogging for journalism is pretty funny. I like reading back my old posts. But here's when I need your help, what would you give my blog out of 10? And what do you think of my new idea's and changes for my blog? Good idea's or terrible ones? </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-70051960865050890992014-05-10T06:32:00.000-07:002014-05-10T06:32:12.513-07:00Very Inspiring Blogger Award.My best friend <a href="http://www.ambernaomi.blogpost.nl/" target="_blank">Amber</a> seems to really like my blog, which makes me very very happy! And a while ago she got nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award, which she fully deserves. I love her blog just as much she loves mine (or maybe even more!).<br />
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<i>So she nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger award!</i><br />
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Super thankful for it! She's the best, I recommend her blog.<br />
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<b>The rules:</b><br />
<b>1. Than and link the amazing person who nominated you.</b><br />
<b>2. List the rules and display the award.</b><br />
<b>3. Share 7 things/facts about yourself.</b><br />
<b>4. Nominate 7 other amazing blogs and comment on their blogs to let them know you nominated them, and provide a link to your post.</b><br />
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<i>The 7 facts about me:</i><br />
1. I try to drink tea every morning, I drink coffee too sometimes. But I prefer tea.<br />
2. Since I started going to the gym more often I also started eating more fruit and healthy stuff. It sort of happened without any reason, but I like it this way.<br />
3. I am not an aggressive person, when I get really mad to the point someone else would start a fight I (sadly) start crying. I hate it, but I really can't help it. I wish I would just start a fight.<br />
4. I keep my nail polishes in jars, because I think it looks pretty.<br />
5. I sleep on my stomach with my face facing the wall. When I was younger I always thought someone was going to murder me as soon as I faced the wall, but now I have to face it otherwise I won't fall asleep.<br />
6. It doesn't matter how much I miss someone, if that person doesn't think it's necessary to talk to me, I won't bother talking to that person either. I think this is a good and bad thing, because to some people I might be a shitty friend but when people don't want to hang out I get the hint easily.<br />
7. I've never been in love, I sometimes wonder when I will fall in love for the first time. But at the moment I don't bother looking around for a boyfriend. I like the single life as it is. <br />
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<i>If you put it on your blog leave the link to it on my blog, I love reading 7 random facts of people!</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-20160939761298820172014-05-05T12:06:00.002-07:002014-05-05T12:11:11.207-07:00My week with PTX and the Beautyglossparty. Last week I've had a week off from school, and I've been looking forward to this week for too long! I've had so much fun things planned. So I decided to tell you about my favorite moments this past week, with (of course) a lot of pictures!<br />
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<i>Starting off with Monday</i><br />
I met up with one of my good friends called Tamara, we were shopping and getting presents for.... <a href="http://ptxofficial.com/" target="_blank">PENTATONIX</a>. Which was the next day. So we shopped all day in Amsterdam and after we've had everything we went for some lunch and talked about some high school memories. It was so good catching up with her since we were going to PTX (which means Pentatonix of course) the next day. That night I got a mail that the VIP was all ready for us and I got more excited.<br />
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<i>Tuesday </i><br />
I was home alone, I cleaned all day. And had a quick trip to the city to buy a flowercrown because my gut told me I needed one for some reason.. During the day it was time to get ready for PTX, which I was super excited about I've been looking forward to this concert forever, and finally the time was here to go!<br />
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For the ones reading this and think who the F is Pentatonix? First off all you're missing out big time if you don't know about there existence, and Second have a look yourself.<br />
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Then we got to meet them and give them all presents and have a little chat which was lovely. I got to hug them all and they were all so happy with their presents which made me even more happy. After it they had to get ready for the show so we got to shop at the <i>merch table!</i> </div>
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I filmed some parts so feel free to watch it, I was front row. So it's gooooood! </div>
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From left to right down is: Kirstin, Mitch & Scott</td></tr>
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After the concert I got home and was that tired that I fell asleep in my PTX tshirt, but I couldn;t be happier. Best night of my life, honestly.<br />
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I didn't do anything, I stayed home and face-timed with my dad who is in Saudi Arabia. Just a day to actually rest a little from the concert and I made a lot of friends who I spoke to about the concert that day, so that was a good day. </div>
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I went to the Forever 21 early to see if I could shop a little but it was just too busy to look around and shop so I left it again. I walked around in the city for a while since the weather was lovely for once and then went back home.</div>
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I had to get up a little early because I went shopping (yeah again I know) with my best friend Amber who was staying for the night also which made me happy. So I picked her up at the station and we went shopping. She bought some fake eyelashes for the party we were going to attend and a small wallet and some shoes. I bought a small black bag to go with my dress for the party and a small wallet as well. After we had a long shopping day, we decided to go home and just got ready for Saterdaaaaaay.</div>
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We had a Dutch Beauty Party organized by a Dutch Beautyblogger Called Mascha. Her blog is called <a href="http://www.beautygloss.nl/" target="_blank">BeautyGloss</a>, so we were attending the BeautyGlossParty 2014. It is a party she gives every year to her vieuwers/readers. I went to it for the past two years, so this year was my third year going together with my friend Roos, and we dragged Amber along with us this year! </div>
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We attended the party just as four and a half thousand other girls.</div>
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It was a six hour party so a little bit too long to explain it all but this were my favorite moments.</div>
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<li>We met a couple bloggers I actually follow and had a lovely chat with all of them and they were so sweet.</li>
<li>One of the bloggers <a href="http://disfordazzle.nl/" target="_blank">Diana</a> still recognized me because I took pictures once of her when we were meeting Joe Sugg and Chai. She seemd happy to see me and even asked me if I will be attending the Dutch Youtube Gathering (which in fact I am, but a blogpost about that will follow).</li>
<li>I met both of the Miss' Netherland. One of them is Mascha's best friend, Tatjana, she still recognized me from last years BeautyGloss Party because I took a picture of her with Mascha and her other Best friend Awisa which she liked a lot and used on her instagram, And Mascha used it on her blog. </li>
<li>I've made my own facial scrub in a Lush workshop.</li>
<li>This woman from the BodyShop did my eyeliner, which looked flawless. </li>
<li>I got scouted as a model, twice for a model bootcamp thingy.</li>
<li>I got scouted once again for a face commercial or something like that, I don't even know.</li>
<li>We ate the cutest cupcakes.</li>
<li>I bought lots of cute things.</li>
<li>We got a goodybag.</li>
<li>I met Andy Samuels who I looked up to for ages, and also Thomas (Founder of <a href="http://onepiece.com/" target="_blank">OnePiece</a>)</li>
<li>I got asked on stage by them for a OnePiece Contest and <i>I actually won a OnePiece</i>!!</li>
<li>I've had the best day with my friends! </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with miss netherland universe</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is the pretty cupcake with the Beautygloss logo on it</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with the lovely Andy Samuels</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this party was madness hahah</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andy and Thomas on stage right before I won my OnePiece</td></tr>
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Awisa (Mascha's bestie, <br />
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Tatjana Miss Netherland World (and also Mascha's other bestie). </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with the lovely Frances, Mylene & Diana</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another picture with Frances from Foodgloss</td></tr>
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After the party we got home, got changed ate something and fell asleep really fast.<br />
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Today we got up in the morning, we watched some fails and cat video's on youtube (not even joking) and I brought Amber to the tram, in my OnePiece and PTX Snapback. I got the strangest looks from people which was pretty hilarious.</div>
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When I got home a had to clean, and after I finish this blogpost I'm going to take a hot shower, do my nails, and put on a relaxing mask since I start school tomorrow again (sigh). A little pamper night before back to reality.<br />
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I really don't want this all to end, I've had the best week! This was one hell of a long blogpost, I hope it was good! I loved looking back on this week while writing it made me all happy and stuff! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-90586171494151052942014-04-27T04:25:00.000-07:002014-04-28T12:39:13.459-07:00Acting on another (youtube)movie set.If you follow my blog for a longer time you probably already knew I acted in a short movie as I told in <a href="http://pastthedarkness.blogspot.nl/2014/04/being-on-another-movie-set.html" target="_blank">this</a> blog post. And one of my first blog posts was about being <a href="http://pastthedarkness.blogspot.nl/2014/02/the-fault-in-our-stars.html" target="_blank">on the set of the upcoming movie The Fault In Our Stars</a>.<br />
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So get ready for my third story about being on a movie set, this one is pretty intense, as I may say myself.<br />
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So this time I helped for a YouTube series as you may have read in the title. It was for a Dutch YouTuber named <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/Realiteittijd" target="_blank">Mert</a>, He has a YouTube series called "Marokkaan geeft rijles" (which means Moroccan gives driving lessons) together with his good friend, and YouTuber colleague <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/Dylanhaegens" target="_blank">Dylan</a>.<br />
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The series are about a very stereotypical Moroccan boy called Mo (played by Mert) who gives driving lessons to a lot of people including a very awkward stereotypical Dutch boy called Geertje(played by Dylan). Together They end up in the most weird and awkward situations.<br />
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The location that we filmed was a club named Chicago Social Club, which was located on Leidsesquare.<br />
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we got to read the script, which was hilarious. Can't tell you too much about it.<i> </i>I had to "Make out" with some strange guy (not really though, but I bet it looks very real). So you probably don't want to miss it. Not even joking!<br />
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I've had moments I was actually trying my best not to laugh on set, since we were acting. Or when I was looking along on the monitor and I was very pleased with what I saw. It is hilarious.<br />
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Dutchies, I'll definitely blog about the episode as soon as it airs. Which is probably next month already. It will be hilarious, and for all the people who don't speak Dutch, you can always turn on subtitles! Hopefully they will make sense.<br />
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I really like to thank Mert, Dylan and the entire crew for this experience. I'm so excited for the episode.<br />
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I've made a friend and had a lovely day, so look out soon for a blog post about the actual episode of Marokkaan geeft rijles.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-87555295823389743762014-04-20T04:09:00.004-07:002014-04-20T04:09:59.308-07:00Opening Forever 21 in Amsterdam.As you may know, I live in Amsterdam. So the opening of the Forever 21 was something I couldn't miss. I planned to vlog it, but as smart as I am I forgot to charge my vlog camera (oops)! But no worries, I took some picture with my iPhone!<br />
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So the plan was to get there a little early so I could look around before everyone was in and started going crazy and look for cute stuff, buy it and leave. But of course that is not what happened.<br />
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I arrived in the line around 7 am in the morning, the store opened at 10. 2 hours to wait, not so bad. At least that's what I hoped for. But Amsterdam never always has surprisingly weird weather, it was SO COLD. I'm not even joking, I was seriously shaking from all the cold, at some point I lost the feeling of my toes, and I was wearing boots by the way. At some point, some girl fainted because of the waiting in the cold and security got her out of the line to take care of her.<br />
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There was a lot of security to keep the girls in line and make all the girls go to the end of the line and not get in between some girls that had been waiting for hours. Which honestly I was very happy about, other wise it would've been a mess. Since the first 500 people got a 21 euro's gift card I knew it wouldn't go without any problems<div>
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Like 30 minutes before the big opening the journalists came to interview girls in line, and we got all a cards we had to fill in and then it was time for the big opening. And we started moving.</div>
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To my right there were all the journalists filming and taking pictures of how these girl got all excited about getting in the shop.</div>
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So I FINALLY got in the shop and received my 21 euro's gift card. </div>
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In the store a found some friends and decided to stay shopping with the girls, it was fun. I enjoyed myself and the store is huge, just like I expected. But because it was that big it took some time to get through the store, and I could see the lines inside the store getting longer and longer. <div>
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So have you visited the brand new Forever 21 in Amsterdam yet? If so what did you buy? And what are your favorite thing from forever 21, I saw the cutest white dress ever, definitely going back to fit the dress!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-12097714300989604462014-04-17T08:19:00.000-07:002014-04-17T08:19:01.879-07:00My last blogpost... or not?If you've read my <a href="http://pastthedarkness.blogspot.nl/p/about-me.html" target="_blank">about</a> you probably knew I started blogging for journalism, which means I started my blog for school. Today is the last time I have to blog for school. So we are done blogging. A lot of my classmates are going to stop as soon as they can.<br />
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nahhhh, I've created to much love for blogging, this is my new way of expressing. Just like my diary was when I was 11, this blog is my diary now.<br />
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I would like to thank my journalism Teacher for all the blogging lessons, I'm kind of sad they are over. She teached me a lot about blogging, and I can still call her if I have any questions. I'm going to keep blogging, and I hope I will get better and better.<br />
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This may sound as a total nerd, but school is my favorite thing at the moment. It is forcing me doing things I love to do but never had the confidence to do by myself, I can feel myself changing, in a good way. I'm ready for some good change.<br />
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I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy making it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-67138041237528448392014-04-16T12:59:00.000-07:002014-04-16T12:59:08.786-07:00Viral video's advertisingAs you may know lots of interesting or spectacular or surprising or whatever you want to call it kind of video's go very often viral. Remember <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/wzr0713" target="_blank">Overly attached girlfriend</a>? I'll probably never forget her face. Her name is Liana which I probably will forget since we all know her as overly attached girlfriend.<br />
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Devil's Due did the devil baby attack.<br />
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These two were very funny because they made people react to it, which gets viral easily. For some weird reason we humans love to see other people get shocked or scared. It as amusing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then there are video's that are made to touch people, and get an emotion out of the person watching it. This is one of my favorites the first kiss video, which was made by a <a href="http://wrenstudio.com/" target="_blank">clothing store</a>!</div>
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So this woman got married and had never worn any make up So she said this in <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/04/11/makeup-free-wedding_n_5134260.html?1397241798&ncid=webmail3" target="_blank">the interview I watched</a>: <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">"I don't normally wear makeup so when I was thinking about my wedding, I really didn't want to not recognize myself". So what are your thoughts on this?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">I know there is a lot of pressure on woman in this society, </span><span style="font-size: 15.454545021057129px; line-height: 21px;">especially when it is about make up. Woman get called way too often ugly for not wearing makeup, but that's because we made our self believe we actually are ugly without makeup.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15.454545021057129px; line-height: 21px;">Just let me clear up one thing here;</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15.454545021057129px; line-height: 21px;">You are NOT ugly for not wearing makeup, in fact. If you don't you'll look absolutely fabulous if you do for something like a party.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15.454545021057129px; line-height: 21px;"> I don't wear make up myself, because;</span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15.454545021057129px; line-height: 21px;">1. I'm one lazy ass I'd rather sleep in the morning then put on makeup</span><br /><span style="font-size: 15.454545021057129px; line-height: 21px;">2. When I do wear makeup people notice it immediately.<br />3. I touch my face a lot so when I wear makeup there is one big chance I might ruin it by forgetting and touching my face.<br />4. Because I never wore makeup in the first place, people are used to me like this. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15.454545021057129px; line-height: 21px;">No one has ever called me ugly for not wearing make up. I'm pretty sure that is because they are used to my makeup-less face. While I heard a lot of my friends (boys and girls) call a girl ugly because she decided to have a makeup-less day.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15.454545021057129px; line-height: 21px;">If you like wearing makeup please do, and if you don't then don't. I think most girls look stunning with makeup, I've seen so many girls that made me jealous by the way they wore their makeup. It's a little art on their face! I love it. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15.454545021057129px; line-height: 21px;">But back to the wedding. Would you marry with no makeup on? I never wear makeup, just like the young lady that married without makeup. But I'm pretty sure I NEED makeup on my wedding day, I want to look as glamorous as possible! </span></span></span><br />
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A boy named Drake. Drake is a 16 year old American boy, a skater who lives in Miami, plays piano. And he's crazy about Miley Cyrus. He has 3 younger sister and a younger brother and both his parents. He is a popular guy in his high school, especially around the girls. Why? Because he's a gentleman. He hold doors for girls, he doesn't let anyone down and he tries being nice to everyone.<br />
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He passed away November 2012 because of cancer. Rest In Peace my dear.<br />
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At some point, I can't remember what we were talking about, he started talking about his family. He told me how his mom loved him and how his dad loved him and didn't know how to show it but he was trying really hard. How he was so good for his sisters, and how much he loved them. And somewhere along the story he started to tell about his younger brother. His younger brother was painful story.<br />
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He was at the gas station with his brother, he was about to buy a soda for himself, his brother decided ha would like one too and came running up to Drake. While he was running he got hit by a car. The driver was drunk, as soon as he realized he hit someone he got out of his car and ran away. They didn't find out who he was. His brother got hit so hard he past away. Drake told me once that if he ever would find the guy who hit his brother he would beat him to death...<br />
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This video was made by a Belgium institute, for people are people who drive dangerous. Some people were so concerned about others that it would maybe eventually cause their death. To make these people realize how dangerous they were being they got invited to <i>their own funeral. </i>It's crazy, but pretty emotional.<br />
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This has been something that I've been thinking about for a really long time. My parents are very sure about it that you can't get anywhere without finishing school. And it is a little bit true, you can tell a company you are the best in the entire world, and if they ask you where did you learn everything you can show that you finished school. So you have a sort of proof that you worked for what you're trying to achieve.<br />
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But then again I don't think school is<i> that </i>important, what happened with learning from just trying, and just learn in the real world and not in a school, make mistakes and get better from them. And I think schools are getting a little bit over the top with presence of students. I was a while ago at the point of going to school but absolutely hating it, not because I hate school because I don't, but because I was feeling terrible in general. And the duty of going to school and being presence made me feel worse. When people don't feel healthy (mentally and physically) they end up hating school and putting no effort in it. I know because I've been there.<br />
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And when I started to think about it I came to the conclusion that I don't get the entire school thing. We get to all learn the same stuff and we get judged on them, even though we all have different quality's. I suck at math for example, but I am okay at reading. Why can't we just focus on the stuff that we are good at, it would make most people so much more confident and successful. I get that everyone has to have math, but everyone has a different level of learning, so I end up confusing myself most of the time this way.<br />
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I honestly still don't have an answer to the question..<br />
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What do you think? Is school important? Or don't you need school to succeed?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-30805229322991340622014-04-06T22:54:00.000-07:002014-04-07T03:31:21.975-07:00Being on a(nother) movie set.Last weekend I was for the second time in my entire life on a movie set, for people who have read my blog since the beginning will know when <a href="http://pastthedarkness.blogspot.nl/2014/02/the-fault-in-our-stars.html" target="_blank">my first time on a set</a> was.<br />
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This time it wasn't too look but to actually be in the movie. Nothing special though, I was just a random girl dancing in the club. But I enjoy just being on a set and seeing the crew build up everything for a scene then break it all down and build it up again differently for another scene, or the same scene but another shot. All the building up and breaking down took a lot of time. So we had to wait a lot which some other actors didn't like, but I didn't mind. I was so fascinated by how it all went. The crew were all young people around my age and it was all so professional. People like them make me happy, they make my realize that you can achieve a lot on a young age if you have the passion and just go for what you want to do.<br />
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<i>Like <a href="http://deniz.fm/" target="_blank">Deniz Alkaç</a></i><br />
Deniz turned 19 today, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENIZ!! He is a producer, and he has his own company called <a href="http://bruut.tv/" target="_blank">Bruut.tv</a>. He is someone I look up to, I'm still figuring out what I want to do with my life. but it will definitely be something in the media. Meeting him on set was very inspiring for the people who have read my <a href="http://pastthedarkness.blogspot.nl/p/about-me.html" target="_blank">About me</a> on my blog know meeting people I look up to a lot is my favorite thing to do. So that was very inspiring.<br />
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<i>back to the set.</i><br />
On set we had to do scene's over and over again, and wait a lot. We got food, which was okay! We had to play dancing people in a club in Salou in Spain.<br />
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The movie is dutch, it is called "<a href="http://bruut.tv/short/" target="_blank">Mooiboys</a>" like I mentioned in <a href="http://pastthedarkness.blogspot.nl/2014/04/liebster-award.html" target="_blank">my last blogpost</a>. It is a dutch movie made for film festivals.<br />
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There will be an exclusive premiere which I got invited for since I was in it, and I'm super excited to see what it will look like when it is all done.<br />
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Experiences like this make me excited for the future!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-77302882313940284452014-04-06T11:26:00.001-07:002014-04-06T13:16:21.056-07:00Liebster Award.<div class="columns-inner" style="background-color: white; color: #040404; font-family: 'PT Sans'; font-size: 13px; min-height: 0px;">
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I was very happy and surprised that my good friend <a href="http://www.ambernaomi.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">Amber</a> nominated me<br />
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I didn't really know what it was until Amber explained it all to me. So, it is<br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">basically a digital </span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">award, that blogs who have less than 200 followers get</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">from fellow bloggers</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">to show their support and get to</span></div>
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know the person behind the blog a little bit better.<br />
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1. You must link back to the person who nominated you.<br />
2. You must answer the 11 questions given by the person who nominated you.<br />
3. You pick 11 nominees with under 200 followers to answer your questions.<br />
4. You cannot nominate the person who nominated you.<br />
5. You must tell the nominees that they have been nominated by you.<br />
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Now here are the 11 questions Amber asked me to answer!<br />
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<b>1. What is your favorite dessert?</b><br />
I'm gonna go with fruit and chocolate.<br />
Fruit always makes me feel healthy and doesn't taste bad either!<br />
And chocolate is just pure love.<br />
<b>2. What is your favorite color?</b><br />
Red, and I know it is not a color but I am also into black.<br />
Red and Black together is also pretty amazing.<br />
<b>3. What's one of the scariest things you've ever done?</b><br />
Start a youtube channel and post video's, I'm such a wild child,<br />
no just kidding. I'm working on it though.<br />
<b>4. What accomplishment are you most proud of?</b><br />
That I chose for myself, I know my parents aren't always that<br />
happy with my choices about important things<br />
like the future. And the last thing I want to do is disappoint them,<br />
I really want to make them proud.<br />
And I know I will. But I'm choosing my way of making them proud.<br />
<b>5. If you could try out any job for a day, what would you like to try?</b><br />
Director, Actor or Producer. I was recently on a set for a dutch movie<br />
called "Mooiboys" <span style="line-height: 1.4;">(which I'm going to write a blogpost about this week)</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">and I was so fascinated by all the work </span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">that has to happen to make a movie. </span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">And I loved being on the set and watching the crew do their job.</span><br />
<b>6. What embarrasses you?</b><br />
I don't know.. I embarrass myself most of the time by saying stuff I shouldn't say or<br />
just being weird.<br />
<b>7. Do you have a favorite number? any particular reason why you like </b><br />
<b>that number?</b><br />
My favorite number is 14 since 2008 I think. It started off with a very big<br />
obsession for <span style="line-height: 1.4;">High School Musical, I was crazy about Zac Efron who </span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">played Troy Bolton in the movies. </span><span style="line-height: 1.4;">Through out the movie he always had </span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">number 14 on everything. Even though my HSM obsession</span><span style="line-height: 1.4;"> has been over</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">for years I've always kept number 14 as my favorite number..</span><br />
<b>8. What is your favorite joke?</b><br />
It's very sad that I never remember jokes and I have the worst sense of humor,<br />
I can go on laughing <span style="line-height: 1.4;">for hours about something who wasn't even </span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">funny in the first place. I have absolutely no idea what </span><span style="line-height: 1.4;"> my favorite joke is.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: 1.4;">It is probably something of Tumblr.</span><br />
<b>9. If you could go back in history, who would you like to meet?</b><br />
Hard question! Michael Jackson and his family, because he was so weird. I'd love<br />
to try to understand what was going on in his mind.<br />
<b>10. Do you like to plan things out in detail or be spontaneous?</b><br />
I'm not a planner, I'm the worst at planning things. So I got to go with being spontaneous.<br />
<b>11. If you could visit any country in the world, where would you go?</b><br />
I would go to the bahama's and visit the Atlantis Paradise Island because that looks<br />
like heaven, it is so pretty.<br />
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Here are my 11 questions<br />
1. If you could give your younger self one bit of advise, what would it be? And why?<br />
2. What is the first thing you notice from people when you meet them for the first time?<br />
3. What are your turn on/off's?<br />
4. What is your all time favorite movie?<br />
5. Someone you look up to?<br />
6. Favorite blog?<br />
7. If you could choose one famous person, who would that be?<br />
8. What would you ask this person?<br />
9. Tea or Coffee?<br />
10. Something you can't get enough of?<br />
11. Favorite quote?<br />
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My nominee's are:<br />
1. <a href="http://livingforconcerts.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">livingforconcerts</a>.<br />
2. <a href="http://justfashionformen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">justfashionformen</a>.<br />
3. <a href="http://milenazalm.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">milenazalm</a>.<br />
4. <a href="http://xxmerova.weebly.com/" target="_blank">xxmerova.</a><br />
5. <a href="http://imbloggingtoyou.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">imbloggingtoyou</a>.<br />
6. <a href="http://firdaoussyakubi.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Firdaoussyakubi</a>.<br />
7. <a href="http://uponjustien.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">uponjustien</a>.<br />
8. <a href="http://apieceoffashionandbeauty.blogspot.nl/" target="_blank">apieceoffashionandbeauty</a>.<br />
9. <a href="http://pushinglimit.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">pushinglimit</a>.<br />
10. <a href="http://challengedemi.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">challengedemi</a>.<br />
11. <a href="http://fannyvdz.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">fannyvdz</a><br />
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Most blogs are Dutch, since I live in Amsterdam I know mostly dutch blogging bloggers,<br />
but if you speak dutch feel free to check out all those blogs!<br />
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<b>If you decide to accept the Liebster Award, let me know by leaving a link</b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-69771843762241155232014-04-03T13:40:00.001-07:002014-04-03T13:40:32.182-07:00Storytime; My (stealing?) neighborsTime for another story because something strange happened last month, and it was another life lesson learned.<br />
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Recently I ordered my most expensive package yet. I ordered an entire photo studio. Knowing I would probably not be home when the package would arrive I hoped my neighbors would accept my package for me. And that is what happened, only not the neighbors I hoped for. Anyways, no problem, right?<br />
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Nope. wrong.<br />
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I got my letter in the mail I could pick it up at my neighbor their place. So when I got home I ringed the doorbell but no one opened the door. So I figured no one would be home for the moment.<br />
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Nope. wrong. again.<br />
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The moment I tried ringing the doorbell for the third time and gave up I walked back home. As soon as I was home I heard the door open and close, and yes. Someone left the house. This girl actually waited for me to leave the house and get back in my house so she could leave. And holy shit she was in a hurry. I tried to catch up on her to ask for my package before she left, but she got as fast as possible in the car and left.<br />
This was when I started to get pissed. It was very obvious she waited for me to leave her house so she could leave. But there would be someone home soon and I would ring the bell until someone opened the door and I wouldn't leave until they opened the door.<br />
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Nope. wrong. again.<br />
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I watched the house the entire night, and no one got home until around 10 pm. By that time I was calmed down though so that was a good thing I guess. I ringed the bell and the son opened the door. I asked for my package but he (of course) had no idea. He let me in and looked around for the package. No package in the house. He called his sister, didn't pick up her phone (of course). He told me he would let her ring my doorbell as soon as she got home. Yeah she would totally do that right?<br />
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Nope, and again wrong.<br />
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I rang the bell like 20 minutes later to ask him if he could try to call his sister one more time. While I was telling him to call her I could see her sitting on the couch enjoying something on TV with a blanket. It got me pretty mad, but I was going to try to act normal. All I was thinking was PLEASEEEE just give me my package.<br />
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But...<br />
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They didn't have it (????). That was it my entire day was ruined. I got home and went straight to bed. I was so done.<br />
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End of the story, I payed a lot of money to I saved up to freaking lose my package and get nothing. That's what I thought..<br />
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And do you feel him coming? Yes, wrong, again.<br />
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The day after I called the business that was supposed to send the courier who should have brought my package.<br />
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The story he told me was that he knew exactly who he gave it to and would go back today to the house to see if they would give the package to him. But no one was home. He said he had never seen this kind of people in all the years he worked as a courier who would deny they had the package while he was sure he gave it to them.<br />
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So I didn't get my package back that was for sure. I decided to call the business where I ordered my studio. They were very surprised too by this story, firstly they tried getting the package back. Which didn't happen of course. At the end they told me they would send me a new package and they would try to get the other one back so it wouldn't be my problem anymore.<br />
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I was so thankful, two days later my brand new photo studio arrived. It is way bigger then I expected to be, it doesn't fit in any room to be honest. But I'll fix it, at least I got it!<br />
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And what happened to the other package? God knows..<br />
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I really like to give the credits to <a href="https://www.vidaxl.nl/" target="_blank">VidaXL</a> for being this client friendly, they fixed my problem for me like a good business does. I recommend it if you want to order something there! I'm very positive about the business.<br />
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<i>Life lesson learned though.</i><br />
I'm never ordering something expensive again, and if I do, I'll make sure I'll be home when it arrives.<br />
And people can be a struggle to handle, I know I'd rather not meet my neighbors again soon.<br />
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Know who to trust and who not to trust, and things like this give me a wake up call about who to trust.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-56978341231822700792014-04-03T12:46:00.000-07:002014-04-03T12:51:00.320-07:00A quick Pampertime.I've been super tired the past week so I felt like I needed a little me-time. So I came to the conclusion to have a little pamper time for myself.<br />
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So I decided to share my pamper night with you all, everyone needs a little me-time from time to time to get a little bit rest and just to get rested.<br />
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I took a hot shower, put on my pj's and Dutch braided my hair so it wouldn't be in the way for later. And I sprayed it with this hair treatment so my hair would be soft as it dried naturally.<br />
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I got a lot of face masks last week at my <a href="http://pastthedarkness.blogspot.nl/2014/03/tell-em-that-its-my-birthday.html" target="_blank">birthday</a>, as a present from both of my sisters. So it was time to try one. I decided to go for a cucumber pull off mask, because I love cucumber and a pull off mask is so easy (if you don't get it stuck in your hair) and I was feeling lazy so it was perfect.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-68747196187185848802014-03-31T12:55:00.001-07:002014-03-31T12:55:42.358-07:00DIY: How to make your own comfort box.A comfort box is a very simple DIY, if you feel like you need comfort most of the time when you're alone a recommend it to you to try and make a comfort box.<br />
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Take a small, or big box and fill it with anything that gives you comfort, easy right? If you know you get comfort from hugging a pillow, put a small pillow in your comfort box.<br />
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<li>Stuffed animals/pillows to hug.</li>
<li>a blanket.</li>
<li>Your favorite book or poem.</li>
<li>Your favorite over sized t shirt.</li>
<li>tissues. </li>
<li>Nail polish (it is optional, but I fin painting my nails very calming) </li>
<li>a journal and pen to write down all your thoughts and emotions of the moment.</li>
<li>comedy films or TV series ( NO TV series/films that will make you sad, which I used to do a lot of the time which would get me even in a worse mood then before).</li>
<li>Drawing material</li>
<li>a CD with your favorite playlist (Happy songs, songs which remind you of something good, maybe songs that will remind you of something good about the past that made you happy).</li>
<li>scented candles.</li>
<li>A bubble wand to blow bubbles and distract yourself a bit ( it may sound silly but when you feel terrible weird stuff like a bubble wand can make you so happy).</li>
<li>body lotion with your favorite scent.</li>
<li>pictures of your favorite people, or good memories.</li>
<li>Tea (works always for me).</li>
<li>a stress ball ( doesn't always work that well if your stressed but it's fun to play with once you calmed down a bit)</li>
<li>encouraging notes and letters you get from loved ones.</li>
<li>a jar filled with your favorite uplifting quotes.</li>
<li>Your concert tickets</li>
<li>Old postcards that cheer you up.</li>
<li>Glitter.</li>
<li>Play-do</li>
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Beside this kind of comfort box you can also make a food comfort box with your favorite chocolate and any sweets and candy you like!<br />
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What is something you wouldn't want to miss in your comfort box?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-57824868669777233132014-03-27T06:10:00.000-07:002014-04-06T13:01:20.063-07:00Tell 'em that it's my birthday!Hey guys, a very personal blog post today!<br />
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It happens to be my 19th birthday today. I started off my day with blasting <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abWeJq_XlwA" target="_blank">this song</a>. And went to school. I got such lovely presents! I just want to thank my friends for all the lovely presents, I have such good friends.<br />
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The biggest present though was that they came in the class singing happy birthday with a birthday cake. It was during my journalism class, so we got to eat the cake in the break.<br />
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They are the best! I love them, here's how they surprised me.<br />
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Appreciate your friends, I know I appreciate mine.<br />
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Have a good day guys!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-56866118499521263432014-03-24T12:14:00.001-07:002014-04-06T13:00:59.713-07:0010 ways to be confident.Being confident isn't always as easy as it may look to some people, we all have our own weaknesses that make us feel less confident. But being confident is so much more fun, and you enjoy life so much more.<br />
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<li>Listen to songs that make you happy. Stop listening to music that make you want to be alone and be all emotional or just sad music. Listen to music that makes you want to dance, music which you can enjoy and make you happy. Maybe listen to it while cleaning your room and dance while you're cleaning. Get a little crazy, that is totally fine.</li>
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<li>Love what you wear. When you love what you wear, you show it off with confidence. When you look good, it changes the way you feel anyways. </li>
<li>Walk with purpose. Walk like you've got somewhere to be. Just try it, it will change the way you feel while you're walking, it seriously gives a confidence boost.</li>
<li>Make eye contact. While talking, while ordering something, while paying for your grocery shopping, make eye contact. A good way to make get used to make eye contact is to make yourself remember the color of the eyes of the person you're talking too.</li>
<li>Stop comparing yourself to others. Focusing on your positive qualities, rather then comparing yourself to others. You are you, and they are nothing like you. And just like Sofia Vergara says:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">
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<li>Next time you're at a party or meet up or anything else with a lot of people meet someone new. The girl standing all by her own staring at her phone is a good one to start with...</li>
<li>Write down at the end of each day something you did, which made you proud. For example, I met new people today. It will make you realize how much good things you do. It helps you focus on the positive. </li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-60340679099333436842014-03-19T14:32:00.002-07:002014-03-19T14:37:36.613-07:00Standards don't define you.A couple months ago a Viner named Nash Grier.<br />
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made a YouTube video ranting about girls and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yl_WCWdlIxE" target="_blank">what "guys" look for in girls</a>. If you're into social media you probably have seen it because this video went viral and got a lot of attention by the way he started ranting about girls with his two friends.<br />
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<li>He vines a lot with his little sister which is an adorable little blonde, very blue eyed girl.</li>
<li>Look at Nash, his eyes are really blue too. </li>
<li>Girls just really fancy him and think his sister is adorable so he got best of both worlds.</li>
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That is why he got so much hate for doing what he did. And it made me pretty mad too, especially because girls are usually insecure about themselves.</div>
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That is not what this blog post is about. Because he made this video, he got a lot of responses from other YouTubers.</div>
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Girls are insecure most of the time, that is because the standards are insanely high. And what Nash did, making this video, is making the standards only higher for the girls that fancy him and look up to him.<br />
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One of the YouTube respond video's he got really spoke to me. This girl called Savannah Brown made a slam poem as response to the video. This video is so mature and it is so full of good messages, and so well done. It is a fine piece of art right there. Very original.<br />
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So watch it, Listen to it, Think about it.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-50302459810625816882014-03-16T08:55:00.001-07:002014-03-19T05:10:54.484-07:00Storytime; Job Fail. Back in the days I would be so hard on myself, I wouldn't allow myself to make any mistakes. Looking back I realize how stupid that is, how am I supposed to learn anything if I don't allow myself to make mistakes?<br />
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A couple months ago I applied for a job at this restaurant, and keep in mind I had no experience whatsoever. I had never worked in a restaurant. So everything went okay, I got the job. I was a waitress. Knowing I had a lot to learn, I started to have this weird feeling about it all. I just thought it was because I had a lot to learn. And I knew it would be a lot to handle. But I was feeling adventurous and went along with it.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-32926688770439650822014-03-14T14:12:00.001-07:002014-03-14T14:12:25.374-07:00The only disability in life is a bad attitude.What is the first thing that pops up in your mind while reading this title?<br />
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At this moment I think of the Paralympics in Sochi. I'm pretty sure we all know about the Paralympics! It's the Olympics but then for people with a disability. So this post is dedicated to all the people in the Paralympics to give them some credits for what they do.<br />
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These people have a disability, but they are the best trained, hard working people. Some of them don't even see their disability as one, others choose to make their disability a reason to show how much you actually can achieve even though you miss a leg, or anything else.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-40961184667648467882014-03-11T23:19:00.003-07:002014-03-11T23:19:53.902-07:00Positivity around the internet.We all have these moments when we we're just done, when insecurity's could eat you alive. And most of us still have these moments. It sucks, but that's just how life is. Everyone has their insecurity's and everyone feels bad sometimes. We're humans, no one is perfect. If you're going through a rough time right now, keep going. Because time will pass, and while times passes life will get better. I promise you, how cheesy and not helpful it may sound, it really does get better.<br />
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When I don't feel okay, I tend to isolate myself from the entire world. I lock myself up in my room, or go for a walk all by myself. And these things are okay, they sort of help. You could try it yourself, go outside for a walk.<br />
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I found some websites which are so helpful, I have used them myself. Just give it a go and go along with it, you won't regret it.<br />
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<li>If your thoughts are getting too much to handle go to the <a href="http://thequietplaceproject.com/thethoughtsroom/" target="_blank">the thoughts room</a> and get rid of them.</li>
<li>If you want to escape 'your world' for a moment go a couple through <a href="http://www.safestyle-windows.co.uk/secret-door/" target="_blank">The secret door</a>. </li>
<li>If you want to relax but you just can't, have a <a href="http://www.calm.com/" target="_blank">guided relaxation</a>.</li>
<li>If you're looking for distraction <a href="http://29a.ch/sandbox/2011/neonflames/" target="_blank">this</a> will help for sure, just find out for yourself what it is.</li>
<li>If you just need a <a href="http://thenicestplaceontheinter.net/#" target="_blank">hug</a> , this is your place to be. </li>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-351439469612233552014-03-10T10:26:00.003-07:002014-03-10T10:27:27.165-07:00Spreading love with "Give Back Films".So I am a little sick at the moment and decided to stay home today. I was wandering around YouTube to kill the time. Being sick isn't the most fun thing, especially not with this amazing weather outside. It is so damn sunny, I just wanna go outside and enjoy it.<br />
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Anyways, I discovered this YouTube channel called 'Give Back Films'. The name made curious, so I watched some videos. They have 13 video's at the moment but they have over a 300.000 subscribers which is a lot! So this guys literally give to people, things like money to homeless people. What they do is providing stuff for people which costs money, and you can also donate money to them so they can make this video's.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00848426499546625254noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562370635788721099.post-46975968924658276782014-03-08T06:46:00.003-08:002014-03-08T06:47:09.592-08:00"No stop dreaming, be realistic."That's what I always thought. And it made sense back then...<br />
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When I graduated from High School I sort of really started stressing out, it was time for the real deal. I gotta choose a course which will eventually become my future. But I had no clue what I wanted to do, so I decided to play it save and did the course "International Business Studies". And it was my worst decision. I hated it, I hated every little piece of my course. </div>
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