Somewhere there's a secret road To take me far away I know But til than I am hollow Jake Bugg - Trouble Town The first and most probably last concert of the year. *happy face* *sad face* Last Friday I went to see Jake Bugg at the Melkweg in Amsterdam. It was magical. It was fantastic. He was everything I wanted him to be (that's to say: he played all the songs I wanted him...
The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree is the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. Burton Hillis It's the time of giving... It's December! (minus a day or two) You know what that means, right? CHRISTMAS! Oh my giddy giddy gosh the world is turning too fast, time has been mixed up and I'm getting seasick. How can it be that I am already thinking about Christmas? I...
It is so complex no one dares to say 'let's make it simple'. Rik Wouters Welcome to Antwerp, where the wind is tough and the streets are... well... tougher... Last Sunday me and 'tha gang' went to Antwerp. Why? Why would I leave my house on such a ghastly, windy, horrifying day? Elementary, dear Watson! Educate yourself! Blow up a train! (that is a train of thought: break out of your daily pattern and go...
Monday 14 November 2016 After a flu-driven bed bound weekend I hastily made my way to Amsterdam for a +/- 30 minute meeting. Although I need to travel a bit more than an hour to get there (and back again), it's important to do what they say you've got to do. So after a long bus ride, train journey and a packed metro, I finally found myself in the headquarters. I sheepishly went to the...
You know Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help. Bill Watterson 12 November 2016 Sometimes we're lucky. Sometimes we're not. Sometimes it's mixed. Sometimes it's neutral. A long long time ago I had to read an article for class [I think it was 'Goodbye and Good Luck, Mr Kotler' by Christian Blümelhuber], which discusses how luck is created (or like, Blümelhuber talks about marketing and how Kotler's principles are too simple...
I'll tell you what freedom is to me, no fear. Nina Simone Thanks for nothing. It's Wednesday morning. I'm lying in my bed. It's about 9 o'clock. My mum walks into the room. I look at her with big eyes. She sits down at the end of my bed. "What do you think?", she asks. I hesitate. "Well?" she insisted. "Uhm... Hillary?", I said with doubt in my voice. She looks at me, she tries...
[Picture is a sneak preview from my zine, coming at the end of this month... if everything goes to plan... #ZineWriMo] It's 15:55 on the 6th of November 2016. It's a Sunday. I've just listened for the second time to the newest album of Lady Gaga called Joanne. I really like the 'atmosphere' of the album. She sounds very, I hate to use the word, 'nostalgic'. I've just started writing on my newest (first) zine....
Last Sunday evening I got some feedback back from my teachers on one of my assignments (as that's what teachers do). After reading that feedback I swore to myself to never do anything again. To never try to create something (whether school-wise or creative-wise) and to just quit with everything. EVERYTHING. *whispers* Everything. However, after one long day of misery (Mondays are awful as they are, let alone to meet up with said teachers -and...
