Put your high heels on, style your hair the way you want it, put your most fabulous make up on and hit the streets. That’s what I did yesterday. I felt horrible, like a zombie or something. So I slept for an hour or two and woke up, went to the bathroom and just started curling my hair. When I was totally happy about the way I looked (after 45 minutes) I stepped out the door. All the cars stop and everybody stares (most of the time just because they can’t imagine walking on such high heels). Oh fabulous feeling…
108. He has music.
Posted in Diary on januari 26, 2010 by OneMoreMileI’m that type of girl who unconditionally falls in love with musicians. Especially pianists & guitarists, although they’re two totally different types. The first one is more gentle, sugar sweet & cute, while guitarists are rough bolsters with a soft core. My boyfriend is both, he plays the piano and guitar. So he is a mixture of the two types. I think I couldn’t continue living with someone who isn’t a musician, who doesn’t fill my life with music. My boyfriend decided today that he wants to study music therapy, but then he has to start his courses of piano again this year. Oh no, you won’t hear me complaining !
107. Music Live
Posted in Fotografie on januari 17, 2010 by OneMoreMile
Ziet da is sexy wezen 
Fortune Fame!
106. Jealousy
Posted in Columns on januari 16, 2010 by OneMoreMileWhere love is for the highest bidder,
There can be no trust.
Without trust, there is no love!
Jealousy will drive you mad.
It is true, jealousy drives you mad. And it happens to be that I’m the most jealous person in the entire world next to my boyfriend. Ironic isn’t it. It is so hard for me to convince myself that he loves me and not her.. or her.. or her. He can tell me 100 times that I’m beautiful and the most greatest person he ever met in his life and he can compare me with all those girls and say honestly that I’m still better-looking, I’m still not sure about myself. It’s a curse, ’cause it makes me say things that I don’t want to say, things I don’t mean. And above all, it hurts, it kills me inside. Always thinking you’re not good enough.. Jealousy is a disease and I wish there was a way to cure it.
