picking up where I have left off

it's been a long time.. I know it is going to cost me everything to direct people back to my blog again -not that there were so many, but anyway-



I am at home, on my sofa. Really pathetic since I have my summer holiday for about 7-8 weeks, I am leaving for the Bahama's coming Monday, but what do I do? I GET ILL! Oh my god! I was so looking forward to going on my holiday; even being ill I can see myself lying by the sea or the pool, but I DREAD the flight,
I am lukcy anyway my parents are letting me come, we have been arguing lately, like.. not even funny. I developed the nasty habit of smoking which my parents discovered. eventhough I'm 16+ they disapprove of it -which I would do to if I was my parent- but I can't seem to kick it.


But guys, check this out;



















thát does NOT look like punishment, does it?
x N.





SOTD: No One Does It Like You - Department of Eagles


NOTE: haha, look a few posts down with all the pictures of people smoking, and look at what I wrote beneath! Guess I had better change it to I'm really sorry, mommy :)

friends for life

yesterday, me and my best friend watched this movie called 'Venner For Livet' (Friends For Life). isn't it ironic :)

anyway... it was a movie for teenagers -not to say kids- but it was too darn cute. to hear those lovely kids talk Norwegian: we melted.

isn't this the prettiest girl you've ever seen!

this movie is called Finding Friends in English, for those who have too much time on their hands like we did, and care to watch a childrens movie

x N.

there's something about smoking

but don't worry mommy... :)

x N.

Shoes.

today, i found out i already had this addiction to poetry. i often write myself, but i love reading even more.

Poetry is linked to so many things i believe: the way you speak, the way you think, maybe even the way you dress, the way you'd like to bring your thoughts into someone else's head.

my boyfriend once wrote me a poem. Boy, was that cute!


after all this profound talking about poetry and thoughts on life, a shallower aspect of life has to be present as well. Back to thé very point in life: Shoes.

Shoe [shoo]: An external covering for the human foot, usually of leather and consisting of a more or less stiff or heavy sole and a lighter upper part ending a short distance above, at, or below the ankle.


x N.
ps.: I'm going back to drawing, more serious this time. since "more serious" is going to take me more time, it'll be a big surprise when my first drawing(s) are ready for uploading. with my testweek coming it could be a little while...
pps. new music in the MUSIC FOR MY VICTIMS fascicule. also note the add at the top of the page

//photos: www.styleandthecity.com

ooh i love a little poetry after supper

The art of losing isn't hard to master, so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day.
Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones.
And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied.
It's evident the art of losing is not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

poem by Elizabeth Bishop

in which noah lives a rainy day

oh yuck, just look outside... all that water!
and all this decibel from my neighbour-kid playing on his drums -which i'd approve of if he could júst make it sound like it was supposed to sound like this-

rain kind of gets me down, i'm having autumn break now. I've visited my aunt in Germany for a few days, very boring really since she doesn't live very near to a big city. i did buy a new iPod since my Touch was cracked and i bought an amazing 'dad's shirt' in white with amazing blue stripes.
i think i'll pair it with my brown 'gentlemen shoes', a thin brown leather waistbelt and some black shorts and tight. i can see myself roaming around it that alright...

so i think i'm going to spend my day very boringly: on my own, with my computer probably downloading a lot of music like i already have the past days. do you ever have those days on which you just prefer to be by yourself? i don't know, maybe i'm just crazy.
so over the last days i have downloaded a lot of music from Plain White T's. i already had some songs by them, but now i have a lot and... i like!
i have also downloaded like 30 songs from Keane, which i didn't really have a thing for at first, but i absolutely love it now, so they have been playing my iTunes all morning already.
also, my friend Sophie told me to download music from Jack Johnson. i kind of only knew this song Sitting, Waiting, Wishing, which i kind of liked. I haven't listened to any other of this songs -i've got 42 now- but i will soon. If there's anything noticable i will let you know.
x N.

ps. i'm sorry i haven't posted lately. My aunt didn't have internet 'cause it got stuck or something, so i have been excluded from the outside-world. and for now i don't really feel like browsing the entire internet looking for nice pictures/pieces of clothing/things to write about.
pps. check out the MUSIC FOR MY VICTIMS (>>>) column. it has one of Keane's many great songs, Again&Again.
ppps. -this is the last one- does anybody know how to put a musicvideo directly on your blog without having to direct someone to youtube or anything like that.

let's move to a moroccan palace

i LOVE moroccan iteriors (and exteriors!) . i think i'll add some morcco-inspired details to my future NYC 'lofty penthouse' like Daria's
x N.

yay and nay (or at least not so much)

today was rugby-day! you cannot believe what my o-so comfortable adidas sweatpants looked like...


lets say they morfed from this grayish colour to a somewhat brownish colour. Fingers crossed the washing machine gets this out

so when it comes to this blog's title:
i guess yay to e.g. pictures above and nay to anyone who tries to blend in with the hurd. There's something i really hate about people who are always doing this.
i must say that sometimes i catch myself redhanded -at least not sur le plan fashion- and it gets me awfully frustrated

what also gets me frustrated: cameras that somehow don't work -which won't be a problem if you don't lose 'em afterwards so you can't do anything but get a new one. That's why i have no pictures posted and my friends usb-cable for her camera (which appears not to be like any other of those cords) has also vanished from the face of the earth so now we're stuck with no pictures.
first thing planned for tomorrow: asking my boyfriends camera and not planning on giving it back any time soon so lots and lots of cool pictures can be taken.

x N.
ps. in case you're wondering...: No, i haven't caught up with my maths homework and most importantly, understanding the crap. However, i háve managed to escape my 'punishment' that consisted of banning from any social contact besides going to school. oh well, that was overreacting, but lets say it wasn't fun, but not to worry anymore!

//picutres: styleandthecity.com

postcards from italy

nooooooo! i lost my usbdevice with all my gorgeous scanned in pictures...

this afternoon: new failure drawings
x N.

//picture: styleandthecity.com

if it looks and smells like nothing, maybe it is nothing

yay me! i scored a 3,2 (out of 10) on my maths test. So now i'm kind of tied to making my maths homework ALL THE TIME, which is like... a lot. Luckily i've already found out what to score the next test (bigger!) to be sufficient again and it's only 6,4 or something
i guess scoring 8,2 and 9,7 for English doesn't really help your sucky maths mark

see y'all when i've caught up with all of the homework -and until i understand everything, that might take up most of my absence from social life-, until then my mum bans me from computer/television. I don't even get to see my boyfriend that often anymore!
x N.

//picture: thecobrasnake.com

when i grow up i want to be a ballerina

studiebeurs turned out to be not that boring after all. we did have quite a good impression about different options. mine are now -sort of- narrowed down:
- fashion designer/fashion business, and if i'd do so, i'd definitely go abroad because although Holland is putting itself out there when it comes to fashion, we're still very tiny in this universe. So my options for now would be either INSTITUTO MARANGONI, preferably in Milano or a school of arts in Colombus, America.
(any recommendations in this area?)
- or, something very different like Biomedical Sciences -don't know if it's an english word...- or i want to be a 'patholoog anatoom'. Don't know the english word, but this would be the one cutting people open after they've kind of died. I could be doing this in Rotterdam, Leiden or Amsterdam to my choice, but somehwere else (USF, UCLA, USC, etc.) wouldn't hurt me.

before i get caught up in all of this i still have quite some years ahead of me to think about what i want to do.


for all i know, i dó want my home to be similar to this:
a sort of lofty kind of penthouse with brick walls, a fireplace and an old oven in my kitchen. with lots of beautiful textures and comfy sofa's.

Girls, get inspired by Daria's home...







x N.
ps. cool pictures were taken @studiebeurs, still got to get a hold of them.

fall lovin'

yes yes, i don't know about your climate-situation, but summer is definitely over for me. But fall lovin' instead of the notorious summer lovin', to me, is a perfectly applicable subsitute.

especially when is comes to this beauty:

x N.
ps. will show my life-large pen collection(...yay) after tomorrows awfully boring day. the only thing i'm kind of curious about is studies outside my incredibly annoying little country

picture: Glamour NL

help me...

i am só going to die today. this afternoon i have this chemistry test and omg it's so difficult.
but i don't feel like studying so i'll do that later -i guess-

so my failure-drawing for today:

- vintage rimhorn glasses
- white loose shirt (American Vintage)
-jeans (7 For All Mankind)

"who ís this boy?"... "í know him!"

thursday we're going to this stupid 'studiebeurs'-thing in Utrecht, already don't feel like it. just going to do something like: who can collect the greatest collection of different(!) pens, fun :')

and... a little boredom at math.
- sunglasses (Fay)
- black shirt (Topshop)
- black skirt (Topshop)
- black cardigan (ICHI)
- brown leather bag (Vintage)
x N.
ps. i think -since i lost my camera- i'm going to keep drawing these failure-pictures of daily outfits just to give an impression

picture: thecobrasnake.com
drawing: my own failure

back already

ok, well... i'm back. this is too much fun and somehow i seem to have some spare time already carefully put aside when i plan my entire day. somehow this is one of those moments i don't have to do anything -well, homework is always an option, but an option that is eliminated until the last possible minute-

yesterday (when i seemed to have time to do anything i wanted to, because it was friday) i went to Rotterdam.

at the Bijenkorf they had the 'Drie Dwaze Dagen'* where they say they have many things for less money. But, somehow they got me fooled because most of it was still for the normal price. Anyhow i bought very cute gloves-without-fingers, -i don't know what you call those in English, but they're called wanten in Dutch- by 55DSL. and a really fun wintercoat by MbyM, a Danish brand i had heard of before but had never seen anywhere, until i ran into this coat at Shopper.

x N.
ps. going away until sunday evening, see y'all!

*it means Three Crazy Days!

goo-by for now

well, i'm really sorry for the people who liked reading my pieces -or the people that even took the time to read it, although it can't be many-

BUT, i'm like só busy with schoolwork and keeping up with my friends and boyfriend also costs me time outside of all that of course, so i won't have any time to post anything. let alone watch tv -which i barely do already-

so bye...

x N.

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you know honey, this is not called summer

so, this afternoon, when i was at my boyfriends house, he asked me to go to the beach next saturday or sunday. so my immediate -and healthy- response was to notice the fact that we have left summer far behind already. none the less: of course i'm going with him!
but now thinking about it, going to the beach with windy cold weather has its charm -you know, like slight imperfection- and i am looking forward to it even more.


i kind of want to go for the "i'm-walking-around-in-barely-nothing-but-of-course-i'm-not-cold-look" in a flowy pale coloured top and soft short pants and beachy hair on which salty water has worked its magic (because that looks so awfully fashionable, cute undsoweiter, enzovoort.)

so now i'm kind of dreading the cold and planning on packing additional cardigans and/or jackets, but this sudden action is just one of the things that make me love him so dearly,
x N.

i like you, hat

something for you folks in holland to try:

Starbucks Substitude

i came up with this myself, since i love starbucks pretty much to death and the only starbuckses in holland are two at schiphol airport and one in at the nike company -only for people who work there-

since i heard starbucks in america wasn't doing so well, i bet if i lived there their problems would go away immediately.

but i had to come up with something so i bought all those instant-coffee products they had and just tried all sorts of stuff (milk, cinnamon, vannilla extract, even coconut)

but, i found my true love for mornings, afternoons, evenings and pretty much any other moment of the day in Caramel Latte -with the prescribed amount of water- and the rest of my life-size coffee mugs filled with plain milk.

all friends i have over and pour this coffee for almost immediately refer to the incredible taste of stabucks:

mission accomplished,

x N.

if you don't really know you're happy or not, just don't clap your hands

"Music is therapy for me." (Demi Lovato)

alphabeat - boyfriend usually this music to "happy" for me, but this does put a smile on your face

anouk - nobody's wife from our Dutch rock chick, really good for a little self confidence

coldplay - strawberry swing need i say more?

emiliana torrini - sunny road i think this'll stay my all time favourite ('cause though i call them all time, i've already had a few more of those...)

"Never go cheap on your bed or your shoes."

so I didn't.. i got those Gucci's! so what they set me back a little big, it was very good for my downish mood. just need to fix my camera so i can post some pictures of outfits and so on -including my brand new loveable boots-

miu miu fall 06
if this doens't make you drewl, you must not have eyes

Retail Therapy: Life Lessons Learned While Shopping (Amanda Ford)

l'Officiel de Paris 1921/l'Officiel NL juni 2008

l'Officiel juni 2008, Bottega Veneta Dress

x N.
ps. tonight my friends are cheering me up by taking me to the "filmhuis" (no, i don't mean the cinema, but it's some bit smaller and more artsy and unknown movies)

a fast trip down memory lane

i don't think i ever rushed by the past this fast -that's why i'm back home posting already-. i'm a thinker, i think about everything, i think all day long.

which automatically means i think really slow -atleast about things that really matter, so school etc. rushes by whereas the past, the present & the future linger on-

i must say, this has been one of the craziest days in my life. somehow i dreaded the moment i had to speak up to Valerie and some other way there was nothing i wanted more at that exact same moment.

now i know i'm never going to this again. we both took turns trying to make conversation but this never really worked. our seperate, tiny conversations were shallow and our gazes empty. i don't know what to do, maybe she'll call again, maybe i feel i should, but i definitely know that she's never going to take up a spot in my life again.

there used to be this sort of magic between us, but this is all gone.

so i guess i can draw the conclusion, going away for indefinite time and even indefinite reasons always kills a friendship, nomatter how strong.

maybe i'll miss her now?

x N.

ps. i'm sure you do not want to hear about my weird experiences but the truth is, i just had to let it out and now i did... i kind of feel a little better i guess.