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Hiii my fabulous friend! Let’s link.

If you have browsed my links selection (on the left for those who are slightly thick) you may have noticed the Fuck my life, my life is average and my life is twilight links. I’m not depressive, average or even so extremely Twilight but I still kind of love these sites. People’s stories are just hilarious and totally recognizable. Well I have never been stuck with my hand in my neighbour’s closet because there was a fire and my ex-bestfriends fiancés dog was trapped inside and I had to find the key, locking myself in, but, you know, it COULD happen. I know myself that well. Today I found another one to add to this list called My life is Harry Potter, which seems appropriate in these weeks of HP mania. Not that I don’t love the HP mania, I am SO going to see it again next week <3

I’ve got another one. If you like going through odd pictures that make you smile go through the archives of Digital Crushes. All the awesome things one can find on the internet, it’s (right now I am going to use the word I have always wanted to use...) amazeballs.

The author stopped with the Digital Crushes and went all mini superheroes instead, which is seriously the cutest thing ever! Kids often annoy me in real life, slimey is just not my thing, but when they are on pictures and look both clean and sweet, I can cope with them.

I apologize in advance for the overload of movie stills, I just had to.

You know how sometimes you are so happy that your heart seems to explode? When you realize someone loves you, when you get an excellent compliment or even when you are just hanging with your best friends doing what you love. I am ashamed to say that I was that happy this evening. Maybe not quite that happy, but I got close. I kind of skipped home with a grin on my face. I can hear your brain going; ‘’Really? All THAT for an HP movie? Loser.’’ I don’t care because I am still on a happy rush from the AMAZINGLY FANTASTIC HARRY POTTER MOVIE FULL OF THE MOST GENIOUS SPECIAL EFFECTS. There you go. I was actually satisfied with a book-turned-movie-movie. Who would ever think that after the crazy rages I have had had before?

What was so good about this movie? Well, this time they included the most vital facts of the book and they let the good things be instead of freakishly changing them. They used great actors for the little roles even though they only had a few sentences. They re-used previous actors. They painted the pictures we readers had in our heads and they put faces on our beloved characters. Voldemort was terrifying and Bellatrix horrible. The Malfoy’s were as they should be, scared to death and pale. The lovely little Dobby returned, saved the world and then died, making us sad. We got a bit of wedding and a kiss between Harry and Ginny, with an extremely funny Fred or George standing there watching. I was impressed by the stunning special effects when they opened the locker or when Hermione stuck her hand in the Shockingly Cute Super Bag Which Should Clearly Have Their Own Book/Movie/Fanclub.

But let’s focus on something else. As a crazy bookfan I tend to judge book-movies on how much they resemble the books. Was this a good movie when you haven’t read the books? Yes I think so. I had to explain some things to my friend who was with me tonight who didn’t read the book, but other than that I think that it was pretty damn great. It is an exciting movie, with unexpected turns and some shocks. It was also quite funny and even I who knew what would happen had some shivers going down my spine. It was entertaining, funny and with just enough details to be clear. The cliff hanger was pretty amazing I must say, even if you don’t know what is coming. So, in the end, the thing was a success. And I am looking forward to Part 2 next summer. Imagine the kiss between Ron and Hermione! And Molly killing Bella!

Btw, I found Ron aka Rupert Grint surprisingly buff. Who would have thought?

The Deathly Hallows

So in exactly one hour I am going to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows! I know that as a die-hard I should have been there Friday and have gone all ballistic. But I’m not like that. I really love HP but I have never been someone who camps outside bookstores and who is waiting around online until the movie ticket sale starts. I’d rather take it mellow, and watch or read everything until I can get my hands on them. Heck, I never even saw the 6th movie in the theatre :P But since this is the 7th movie and it is friggin split in two halves of 3 and a half hours, so I scraped myself together and now I am watching it only 2 days after the premiere! Yay me.

Everyone says it is a better movie then all the other ones, so I have my hopes up and I promise you I will get my totally interesting opinion on this blog asap tonight ^^

“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it''

 “For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”

Ivan Panin

Sometimes all you have to do to see the beauty in this world is to get some random stranger to look into the camera and press the button.

This last random stranger had JUST quit smoking. Another reason to never start with those poisonous sticks of death.

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Bragging is not me, but I got a good grade for this paper and I am quite proud of it so here I go posting it online. Is this the longest blog title ever? Lala-humdrum-Glee rocks.

Task 3: Write a text about your first day at work in an international company. Make it humorous if you can!

My first day

- A story about nerves and red thongs


It all started on a sunny day in March. I was sitting at the dining table, looking through my mail when I heard my favourite ringing tone. Instead of having to rummage through my purse as I always do, my cell phone was right on top, vibrating happily on the latest Vogue. The number was unknown. I pressed the green button and said my ridiculously long name. I was forced to do that since my new boss could call any moment and I was quite proud of the way my name sounded. You would think that my parents were royalty instead of smelly hippies who at the time of my birth lived with Buddhist monks in Indonesia.


‘’Ah, I’ve got the right person! Hello, my name is Lucinda and I was wondering if you could imagine yourself on a cruise ship on its way to the Caribbean? Of course you can! We at Travel Safe & Expensive have a special offer this week and you are chosen to be one of the lucky people who...’’


I realized that I was staring at the wall with my mouth open, while the saleslady kept yapping on about a cruise, so I ended the conversation with a forceful: ‘’Bye Lucinda!’’ and hung up. I sat back down with a frown on my face and looked though my mail again. To see if there was anything I’d missed the first time. No, there were no responses to applications, no envelopes with all kinds of marvellous job offers and there were no keys to my new office on the top floor of some skyscraper. There were just bills and a postcard from my grandma who, quite honestly, had a more exciting life than me. Then the phone went again.


That was one and a half months ago. Today, after interviews, calls and recommendations I finally get to start my new job at Bloomingdales. With my make-up mask on and in my best looking outfit, I was standing in front of the enormous building trying to steady my hands. I reminded myself that this was a job I was perfect for and that no one would try to eat me up there. Stab me to death with the new Louboutins maybe. I followed some chic looking ladies through the sliding doors and breathed in my new workplace. It was a confusing scent of doughnuts, flowers and ink. As I headed for the reception desk, my heels making tick-ticking noises on the floor, my hands started shaking uncontrollably. I greeted the guy behind the desk, told him my name and caught him laughing at it behind his hand. He told me that it was a horrible name and that I would even be better off with his name. Which he told me. I laughed. He said that he preferred Adam, because then people couldn’t get confused by the silent n. That was my first friend at Bloomingdales. Adam was a secretary who, as every other secretary, wore eyeliner and slept with the boss. He found himself too good for his job, but kept it, because of the way he could be himself here. Adam brought me up to meet my new boss called Vera Woodsen. I had only seen her through glass at my interview. According to Adam that was a good thing because she could actually spit fire. I knocked and he disappeared. I heard a high-pitched ‘’Come in.’’ and I walked through the door with a blurry vision of myself being barbequed in the back of my head. Sitting at her desk was the sourest woman I had ever seen. She didn’t look up when she said:


‘’So you are Nancy’s new assistant?’’


Unsure how to address her, (Should I reply with courtesy?) I answered with a terribly Southern sounding ‘’Yes Madame.’’


‘’And you think you are capable of the job? I would just like you to know that we here at Bloomingdales expect nothing else but excellence from both our staff and our clients. The job ‘’assistant personal shopper’’ may sound like a summer breeze but with it comes a lot of responsibility. Our clients are all very peculiar about what they like, and your job is to fink exactly the right things. I don’t want mistakes. I don’t want wrong sizes. And I most certainly don’t want unhappy clients. Is that clear?’’


‘’Yes of course Madame,’’ said I, still standing in front of her desk. ‘’Crystal clear. I will do my best. I have even...’’ Then she interrupted me and sent me to Nancy to start. I went out of that office with the feeling that my biggest fear was over with, but that was before I knew what was coming.


Two hours later I was sitting in someone else’s office sorting out files. They told me that I would start out calmly. It was most certainly calm, because the hardest thing I had to do was remember the alphabet. Storming in came Adam. If I could come to Nancy’s office right away, there was a problem. Worried that they may have found my face book-page and that they had seen something they didn’t like, I hurried in and listened to Nancy’s message. Someone had a car accident. An important client was flying in from Austria and there was no one to cover. I was the only solution. Could I take over and help the client? I thought about it for a moment, pressed down the nervous wreck inside of me and said yes. Of course I could do it. Okay, then I was to run up to the roof to welcome the client.


Half an hour later I was picking out lingerie for the Duchess of Aufbershietzen uber Niechtenstein while her four bodyguards were surrounding us. Blindfolded. Because the Duchess of Aufbershietzen uber Niechtenstein didn’t want them to know that she preferred red thongs. The Duchess was embarrassed but I must say that she had a pretty good body for an 82 year-old. After that there was Emma Bourbon. She was the youngest daughter of the man who owned half the country. I have never in my life met a seven year-old as sure of her taste as Miss Bourbon. She knew what kind of colour she wanted on the unicorn that was hand-woven into her lilac pencil skirt. When I discovered the one she wanted, she just swept her credit card and then disappeared into the limo. At the end of the day I got to dress up Eddie. He was a balding divorcee, ready for a new life and looking for new gloves. He smelled of tobacco and sweat, but he was as sweet as the day was long. When he asked for my number I was extremely professional and told him that I could not mix my career and my personal life. I did not tell him that my career was one day long and that I was disgusted by his light brown fingernails. When I was done with my unusual clients I was called into Nancy’s office again. She applauded me for being so professional and for doing such a good job. Then she told me to be at her office 9 o’clock sharp the next day and to ‘’relax a bit on the eye make-up and wear shoes you can actually walk in!’’ I gave her my fake smile and went home, exhausted but satisfied.


That was the story of my first day here at Bloomingdales. Even though I am retiring now, I would advise anyone with an interest in clothes and fashion and a sharp eye for personal style to apply for the job of personal shopper. It is utterly rewarding and extremely fun. It will guarantee you eye-opening experiences for a lifetime and interesting contacts around the world. You will not regret it.


With kind regards,


Lucy N. K. D. T. L. Bass.

Marieke started thinking and that is where it all went wrong

Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.

Albert Einstein

The world will never get as pretty as it is in your imagination. But the world is the world. We have to accept it, because I don’t see us moving to Mars anytime soon. We have to accept the volcanoes, the tsunamis and the snowstorms. We have to accept the differences between us, because that is how we have evolved from beings with tails. I don’t believe in God, but I do believe that if we all keep our hopes up, our hearts in the right place, our minds open and our eyes focused on happiness, we will each reach our own type of heaven. Let your mind wander to that stage after death, let it ponder the possibilities because that is what imagination is all about. The realization of our dreams. Even if it’s just in our heads, our hearts will believe it and in the end it will come true.

Other then living in my own little Marieke universe, I did something else this weekend. I baked. Which is not that shocking, because I like baking. Somehow I consider the fact that I can create lovely cookies from just a few ingredients, some handpicked berries and a little heart shaped cookie cutter pure magic. I guess I am at seventeen not as grownup is I like to believe.

I made what they in England call Jammie Dodgers, only heart shaped and with homemade raspberry jam peeping through the little hole. Picture? Nahhaah, they were literally swallowed down by my ‘’little’’ brother (He gulps down a box of cereal a day...), so I never even got the chance to take a proper blog picture of them. You know all colourful, edited with my name fancy down in the corner because god forbid someone used one of my pictures and wasn’t capable of cutting of my signature! Mine are grey and slightly unfocused and they’ll probably will be until I get myself a proper camera, so feel free to use them wherever and whenever you like. As long as you don’t blame the quality on me.