tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33650201047926137452024-03-14T01:24:53.498-07:00My Boring LifeLike title says. Just some daily things from my boring life.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-75420739081690673062013-01-01T07:22:00.000-08:002013-05-14T10:25:21.247-07:00Happy New YearSo it's a new year again.
We survived the 'apocalypse' (my <a href="http://petite-egoiste.blogspot.be/2012/12/30122012.html">sister's post</a> reminded me.), we had some natural catastrophes throughout the year and whatnot.
There was a lot to do in 2012, but that doesn't matter right now.
Now the new year has begun and I'm sitting behind the computer, blogging in my new pyjamas and listening to the movie Mary Poppins, which my little sister is watching right now on the tv.
Quite a relaxed way to spend New Years day. Especially since I should be studying for my exams.
I'l get to that in the evening. Probably.
Happy New Year!! I wish a wonderful 2013 to you! :DLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-44067663838729159182012-12-10T13:20:00.001-08:002012-12-10T13:22:09.424-08:00FishyGod it's almost the new year and this is only the second post of 2012.
Guess I got a little carried away with tumblr. (somebitofeverything.tumblr.com)
Now why I suddenly wanted to write today?
Well there was just this little thing I was writing up on my fanfiction account (Miyu Hinamori) and I thought why can't I share this with all you lovely people who aren't reading my blog?
Yeah you ain't fooling me: No-one but my elder sister is reading this. I saw how many followers I have.
But if you do read this, enjoy my little embarassment. :)
So I have this aversion to dead fish.
I really don't like it.
If I recognise it was a fish, I ain't looking at it and I ain't eating it.
Yet my sister's best friend's dad had caught some fish and had given some to my mother.
She immediately made it for dinner.
The tail made me already queezy but I decided to suck it up and carefully started to clean it of bones, skin and *brr* other stuff...
So far so good.
But then mom made a comment about how they were all males since she couldn't find any fish eggs in them and I started crying out of nowhere.
Shocked the hell out of everyone at the table.
My sister was giggling about how cute I looked, desperately trying to stop my tears, but I didn't see the fun in it since she knew how I hated dead fish.
She ultimately helped me clean it up and I could finish my meal happily with unrecognisable pieces of fish.
It's such a weird fobia, but then again it's not really only fish.
Please don't show me how you slaughter a pig and reduce it to pieces of meat.
I can't and won't be able to handle it.
I just don't like dead things.
That doesn't mean I'm a vegetarian, I really do like meat and all.
It's just, I'd rather not know and recognise what animal it was.
P.S.: Don't mind the crappy lay-out. This thing just won't do as told.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-38997274004096655732012-01-01T15:02:00.000-08:002012-01-01T15:02:01.316-08:00Happy New Year!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiUoGdR0PPaPgonh0u2PRyJffxm4oBwikG_5oAHHwoXR23e88ti_sFFztFu947HgnknX-C37J5-oYGpeLsMmpFlQEY0MQs3-7vlT7N3O9EWAZLBts7XGnI5Gnw1Qsg7mpF-V2mrehSQ0/s1600/chinese-new-year-fireworks-hong-kong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiUoGdR0PPaPgonh0u2PRyJffxm4oBwikG_5oAHHwoXR23e88ti_sFFztFu947HgnknX-C37J5-oYGpeLsMmpFlQEY0MQs3-7vlT7N3O9EWAZLBts7XGnI5Gnw1Qsg7mpF-V2mrehSQ0/s320/chinese-new-year-fireworks-hong-kong.jpg" /></a></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-25314310174710496252011-12-03T03:58:00.001-08:002012-04-02T16:01:15.051-07:00The Host<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6_KH2RFcC7gehZo00u0IynU1jfANF_WF_q4Xbnz42DWYBIcYAInFTTGe9Gk8ido5fUVnaJ7GH3LxDoEGoOrJx6ukHhKJaXm5xtwzf1IQAF4l4LYdwUsoooDEv1uMQI8E_qjtp14z5bg/s1600/thehostcover.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6_KH2RFcC7gehZo00u0IynU1jfANF_WF_q4Xbnz42DWYBIcYAInFTTGe9Gk8ido5fUVnaJ7GH3LxDoEGoOrJx6ukHhKJaXm5xtwzf1IQAF4l4LYdwUsoooDEv1uMQI8E_qjtp14z5bg/s320/thehostcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681872337356214770" /></a><br />
Today when I listened to the radio I heard the song ‘We found love' from Rihanna.<br />
When I heard the lyrics 'We found love in a hopeless place', it reminded me immediately of the book ‘Host’ from Stephenie Meyer.<br />
It’s such a wonderful book: it has science-fiction, future elements, love and so much more. You can’t really describe the feeling you get from this book.<br />
And what’s so weird about this book is how it’s written. You see Stephenie Meyer was the one to have written the Twilight series and this book is so different from those books.<br />
I reread the book already several times and just can’t stop, it’s always like a new experience.<br />
What’s more, I read there will be a movie planned based on this book. I just can’t wait to see it! I just hope they can make it as good as the book. Not like they made the Twilight movies.<br />
It’s a pity the movie isn’t planned until 2013, but I will wait patiently and make sure I will be at its premiere.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-51542903107611009512011-11-30T12:20:00.000-08:002011-11-30T12:29:01.543-08:00Me and my sisterI've always been the obedient one in my family.<br />I never did something to upset my parents,<br />not because I was a goody two-shoes,<br />but because it was just me.<br />I was always the quiet one, the peacekeeper.<br /><br />Now that I'm older, I want to break out of this image,<br />to live a little, to explore myself.<br />But my mum just can't accept that.<br />She thinks I 'm becoming rebellious and <br />compares me to my older sister who went to live on her own.<br />She thinks I'm going to be like her and thinks she arouses me to do the same thing.<br /><br />Well I'm not like her!<br />I'm me and she's herself, we're totally different!!<br />I'm not going to do things because she did it,<br />but because it's by my own choice.<br />It's my life dammit! I can do what I want with it.<br />It's my choice, not someone else's!<br /><br />I wish she'd just understand.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-26355259872052533202011-10-23T10:15:00.000-07:002011-10-23T10:27:53.580-07:00HeelsSo, past thursday, I saw on my schedule I only had two seminars <br />and decided that since I only had so much of class, I'd go on heels.<br />I'm not a heels person.<br />I'm more of a 'clothes for comfort' not 'clothes for looks' kinda person.<br />Not that I dislike heels, no I do like them,<br />but it's just that I'm not accostumed to them.<br />Even if I don't wear them often, when we went shopping last time,<br />Mum buyed me a great pair of Oxfords and since the moment I got them,<br />my little sister (16 years old, mind you) kept on complaining to me how I didn't wear them and convinced me to wear it at least once at school.<br />So I put them on and went to school, deciding it wasn't bad at all.<br /><br />Oh how wrong was I!!<br />I hadn't kept in mind how high they were, seven centimeters.<br />At the end of my school day, my feet hurt like hell.<br />The next day I put on my flats againLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-17622305821515461232011-10-18T08:32:00.000-07:002011-10-18T08:38:39.456-07:00Call creditI don't have any call credit anymore.<br />All gone.<br />All because I've spended it on messaging.<br />'That isn't so unusual', you think.<br />'It happens to me all the time'<br />But with me it doesn't.<br />This is actually the first time it happened.<br />Since I've entered college, I've gotten so many friends<br />and I'm having so much fun messaging them.<br /><br />I'm so happy ^^Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-40797241301522477442011-10-15T17:20:00.000-07:002011-10-15T17:21:50.976-07:00Spanish karaoke<iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1KCRLiJwavA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br />So I once told you guys in an earlier post about my Russian heritage from my mother.<br />The thing is my dad's a whole other story.<br />He's from Chile in South America.<br />Pretty cool huh?<br />There's actually a pretty story behind their meeting, but I think I'll maybe tell you another time. ;)<br />What does this have to do with this post?<br />Well the Chilean commmunity back here, organizes all sorts of activities<br />and one of them is a karaoke every friday evening.<br />My nieces, from dad's side, invited me and my sister to join them last friday and so we did.<br />But there, we heard the catch: There are only Spanish songs you could choose.<br />We are not fluent in Spanish, not at all.<br />Our elder sister, can fair well in Spanish, but us? Nu-uh.<br />I know how to pronunciate and stuff, but really talk? I'll have to practice on that.<br />Either way I somehow managed to pull off 'La Tortura' from Shakira, just barely.<br />I stumbled on the words, which flashed across the screen and my notes weren't steady.<br />Still my sister told me she was surprised I could pull it off, barely.<br />I know it's the truth, so I'm not offended. :)<br />In the end we four sang 'La camisa negra' from Juanes together.<br /><br />It was really fun.<br />I call for an encore! :DLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-89736149590995938202011-10-15T16:50:00.000-07:002011-10-15T17:05:40.696-07:00New startNew year, new start<br />(Boy, do I have a slow reaction or what, it's almost the end of October!)<br />I'm going to college now, so I decided to change the name of my blog.<br />No more Sakura Dream, it's now My Boring Life.<br />Why My Boring Life, you ask?<br />Well it's because I've realized how boring my life really is <br />and I wanna change that.<br />On this blog I will now still publish the miscellaneous stuff I've always posted,<br />but I'll also post the extraordinary things that have happened to me.<br />I'll keep on working to keep my life from turning out boring and<br />perhaps I'll succeed and maybe not, but who cares?<br />It's my life and I'm gonna live it my way!! :DLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-75555001930758727692011-07-04T11:42:00.000-07:002011-07-04T11:48:16.390-07:00Vacation plansThis vacation I'll be spending once again in my mother's motherland (get the pun? Yeah I'm lame)<br />Nothing special there as we go there every, I mean EVERY, year.<br />Other news is I'm putting myself on a ban.<br />Yep, a ban.<br />I'm banning myself from reading any manga or anime for the whole while I'm abroad.<br />That'll be 7 weeks without my beloved pastime, <br />but I'll manage.<br />I'll have other things to do.<br />My sister already knows about it and will help me hold out 'till the end.<br />She doesn't really like all that stuff and is happy to keep me away from it.<br />Now all that's left to do is pack up my things and sleep a bit.<br />We're leaving at four in the morning, or earlier, gotta ask my mum about it, but she's a bit stressy so i think I'll pass on that.<br />I'll see you again. ^^Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-22533686411703063272011-04-16T15:14:00.000-07:002011-04-16T15:21:36.759-07:00Tears<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeLUCGC9abx-ivXIs_v1Q9Q3G8nYr4CbywBuqTOLokrn7mlWNfNnzauhTxwCrANR0Rw-TPOhHiXZfAB5CjdKAa8_j6yS4XFsmWkoWMje9tdJWqRHoDGxfqUDlRxZ21NbAkMEoGykeBAs4/s1600/Kyo+and+Tohru.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeLUCGC9abx-ivXIs_v1Q9Q3G8nYr4CbywBuqTOLokrn7mlWNfNnzauhTxwCrANR0Rw-TPOhHiXZfAB5CjdKAa8_j6yS4XFsmWkoWMje9tdJWqRHoDGxfqUDlRxZ21NbAkMEoGykeBAs4/s320/Kyo+and+Tohru.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596308538414402578" /></a><br />Fruits basket chapter 122<br />They love each other but he can't<br />because of who he is<br />he can't, because she'll be hurt<br />even though he loves her and she loves him<br />Telling her that her love was but an illusion was hard to him<br />but he had no choice<br />he felt he had no choice<br />and then she fell from that cliff<br />he knows he should've known better<br />Should've known he could have his chance be taken away from him<br />I always, no matter how many times I reread this,<br />find myself crying<br />I'm weird like that ^^'Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-47141926851534347242011-04-15T12:11:00.000-07:002011-04-15T12:53:23.040-07:00ParentsI love my parents,<br />I really do.<br />But sometimes they can be so ... stressful.<br />Why this message, you say?<br /><br />Today I was alone at home, minding my own business,<br />when my mom calls.<br />'Did you put your little brother in bed?' she asks.<br />'Huh? Isn't he with you?' I remember them taking him with them.<br />'Oh really? Ok. We'll soon be home.' Click. Hanged up.<br /><br />What the heck!? What did they mean by that?! He isn't with them?!! Am I wrong?<br />I started searching him around the house and when I found he was of course not with me, I calmed down and went back to computering.<br />Well I was still a little tense because if he wasn't with my parents, where could he be?<br /><br />Ten minutes later they were back with my brother. I broke down in tears, glad that he was alright and my mom went to comfort me.<br />She didn't think it would affect me this much. <br />Apparently at the time of the phonecall he was way back in the car and my mom forgot he was there and because he usually stays with me, she went into auto-modus and called me asking me if I put him to sleep.<br /><br />Seriously, parents are a drag most of the time.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-26641360999837648312011-04-15T11:34:00.000-07:002011-04-16T15:22:34.659-07:00Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTtRUz8FQGXkIME-fJeUb79l1RhRTXNhA82ipVr73WbhqJMRXAbHWKUBuitDK5gHTpKNs1hi6ASTnxOqTSPpjeU7xV7apAz2_N2vFaDffYzny1_ldrroyvysKY_shQE4KObuWtYeCLxHg/s1600/Kyoko+and+Katsuya.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTtRUz8FQGXkIME-fJeUb79l1RhRTXNhA82ipVr73WbhqJMRXAbHWKUBuitDK5gHTpKNs1hi6ASTnxOqTSPpjeU7xV7apAz2_N2vFaDffYzny1_ldrroyvysKY_shQE4KObuWtYeCLxHg/s320/Kyoko+and+Katsuya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595882270003303266" /></a><br />When I was reading chapter 91 from Fruits Basket (a manga by Takaya Natsuki)<br />I just got a fuzzy feeling inside of me.<br />The chapter is about the background of the protagonist's parents, how they met and how he proposed to the mother.<br />While I was reading it, I just hoped that someone<br />soon would love me like that too.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-34470169414825377962011-04-11T13:28:00.000-07:002011-04-11T13:34:29.928-07:00Watashi no kokoroI always feel like nobody really knows me. <br />Nobody really cares.<br />If I dissappeared, <br />the world would go on, <br />but that's just reality. <br /><br />I'm afraid I'm not needed, <br />nobody notices me. <br />I want to yell to everybody to look at me, <br />to see 'me',<br />but I'm afraid I'll just be ignored,<br />like always. <br /><br />When will the person I was born for, come to me?Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-89324207188711119982011-03-15T13:10:00.000-07:002011-03-15T13:21:27.405-07:00You can do it!<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw-Hr-BmJCFCUpA2nFnh4om2KJU0JwzXdJuxol_NPpl653Xh4s0MM8RXxAPWGm-p2L1NYpYHkquEXT8vnycfA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This is the thirteenth ending song of Naruto Shippuden, an anime I really like to see. It's basically about a boy growing up to be a ninja while containing a demon inside of him.</p><p>This song is a pretty good one too, but I like this clip particularly because of the dance they do.</p><p>Everyone of them has their special dance and the main character (Naruto, the blond one) adjusts really easily. The real cool part is that they're dancing but also fighting and everybody fight-dances according to their moves and specialty in the series.</p><p>I just thought that I would like somebody demonstrate it to me in real life. That would be just awesome!</p>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-72217182340805963222011-03-15T13:04:00.000-07:002011-03-15T13:10:54.142-07:00White dayYesterday, March 14, it was White day in Japan.<br />It's the second holiday of Valentines.<br />Well, you see, in Japan they split the Valentine holiday.<br />February 14 is the day the girls give chocolates to boy(s) they like or to friends and people they are indebted to. This is just called Valentines day.<br />March 14 it's the boy's turn to give candy or a present (both usually white) to the girl(s) they like or to friends and people they are indebted to. This is White day.<br />It would be kinda fun to do, I think. Maybe it will fly over to us.<br />Wonder if they're celebrating it now.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-89763851325198864952011-02-04T11:32:00.000-08:002011-02-04T12:51:59.665-08:00Bring me back to life<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dygrKVKZW0ecW0sh31-eJL4tZtxxrNxUo3gt_d7MaUr3MFUDWdiNAPKnqQSgXiDkr-w2ljaHXOyq_0x9Xs_eQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><em>This song represents my feelings</em><br /><br />how can you see into my eyes<br />like open doors<br />leading you down into my core<br />where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere<br />cold until you find it there and lead it back home<br /><br />(Wake me up)<br />Wake me up inside<br />(I can’t wake up)<br />Wake me up inside<br />(Save me)<br />call my name and save me from the dark<br />(Wake me up)<br />bid my blood to run<br />(I can’t wake up)<br />before I come undone<br />(Save me)<br />save me from the nothing I’ve become<br /><br />now that I know what I’m without<br />you can't just leave me<br />breathe into me and make me real<br />bring me to life<br /><br />(Wake me up)<br />Wake me up inside<br />(I can’t wake up)<br />Wake me up inside<br />(Save me)<br />call my name and save me from the dark<br />(Wake me up)<br />bid my blood to run<br />(I can’t wake up)<br />before I come undone<br />(Save me)<br />save me from the nothing I’ve become<br /><br />Bring me to life<br />(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)<br />Bring me to life<br /><br />frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead<br />all this time I can't believe I couldn't see<br />kept in the dark but you were there in front of me<br />I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems<br />got to open my eyes to everything<br />without a thought without a voice without a soul<br />don't let me die here<br />there must be something more<br />bring me to life<br /><br />(Wake me up)<br />Wake me up inside<br />(I can’t wake up)<br />Wake me up inside<br />(Save me)<br />call my name and save me from the dark<br />(Wake me up)<br />bid my blood to run<br />(I can’t wake up)<br />before I come undone<br />(Save me)<br />save me from the nothing I’ve become<br />(Bring me to life)<br />I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside<br /> (Bring me to life)Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-91404500877033703522010-11-12T02:20:00.000-08:002010-11-12T02:30:00.868-08:00Mijn droomIk wil een schrijfster worden<br />en schrijf nu al dus verschillende verhalen op.<br />Ik wil namelijk voor mijn 25ste al een tenminste 1 boek geschreven hebben.<br />Bij sommige van mijn verhalen schrijf ik er ook een gedicht bij.<br />Zo ook bij dit verhaal over een meisje die opgroeit terwijl haar word wijsgemaakt dat ze een robot is, niets meer of minder dan een machine gemaakt om de mens te dienen.<br /><br /><em>Ik word meegevoerd</em><br /><em>en ik weet niet </em><br /><em>waarheen</em><br /><em>Ik leef niet</em><br /><em>ben als dood</em><br /><em>Alles overkomt mij</em><br /><em>en stroomt als water langs mij heen</em><br /><em>Ik kan niks vastnemen</em><br /><em>het ontglipt me</em><br /><em>Ben ik een geest of</em><br /><em>is deze wereld voor mij</em><br /><em>onbereikbaar?</em>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-9326893203083431392010-10-11T12:15:00.000-07:002010-10-11T12:16:54.844-07:00BlankLeven pas geboren<br />Bruut beëindigd<br />Om zelf te kunnen leven<br />Het spijt me<br />Het spijt meLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-33939901491816538262010-09-19T12:37:00.000-07:002010-09-19T13:08:10.874-07:00Y(oung) PoetryIn March, this year, I participated in a poetry contest named YPoetry or Young Poetry.<br />It was an international poetry contest for 15-17 year olds from Berlin, Antverp (where I came from), Amsterdam and London. From each city two schools would participate and in each school three students would get to the finals in Antverp.<br />The selction of the finalists was based on the poems they wrote in the workshop at school.<br />I was so happy when I was selected, since I have a passion for writing and that passion was now recognised.<br />At the finals we had to read our poem in front of a big audience and a jury ( Princess Mathilde of Belgium was in that jury!!!!)<br />The theme was 'My city' and I decided to write my poem about my family in Chile. The time I wrote this poem was right after the earthquake there and I didn't know if everybody was ok. So I wrote all of my feelings in this poem.<br />I'll give you the original in Dutch first and then the english version, translated by professionals (it <em>was</em> an international contest)<br /><br /><em><strong>Onbekende dierbaren</strong></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Witte duiven cirkelen rond het plein</em><br /><em>De vriendelijke mensen voederen ze</em><br /><em>En gaan verder met hun leven</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Witte duiven cirkelen boven het puin</em><br /><em>De mensen zien ze niet, vervolgen hun zoektocht</em><br /><em>En hopen dat alles in orde is</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Beelden dansen voor mijn ogen</em><br /><em>Mensen die ik niet ken, maar ook wel</em><br /><em>Waar zijn ze gebleven?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Mijn hart klopt als een bezeten</em><br /><em>Ik kan niet blijven staan</em><br /><em>Ik wacht en hoop dat alles in orde is</em><br /><em></em><br />And now English!<br /><br /><em><strong>Unknown Loved Ones</strong></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>White doves circle over the square</em><br /><em>The friendly people feed them</em><br /><em>And carry on with their life</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>White doves circle over the rubble</em><br /><em>The people do not see them, pursue their search</em><br /><em>And hope that everything is fine</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Images dance before my eyes</em><br /><em>People I don't know, yet somehow do</em><br /><em>Where have they gone?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>My heart beats like crazy</em><br /><em>I cannot stand still</em><br /><em>I wait and hope thet everything is fine</em><br /><em></em><br />What do you think? Give me your reactions.<br />Unfortunately I didn't get any prize but sill I was very proud for getting in the finals.<br />This will be an experience I'll never forget<br /><br />Love Lola<br /><em></em><br /><em></em>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-12514168676820578172010-08-17T09:59:00.000-07:002010-08-17T10:06:04.705-07:00Weird thingsLately there's been happening weird things to me.<br />For example I've been wearing more dresses this year<br />and been thinking about my hair.<br />And then today another thing: I've actually been picking out my clothes for half an hour!<br /><br />This is abnormal!<br />I usually don't do this stuff.<br />I usually just take the first thing I get out the closet and then have to wait half an hour for my sisters to get ready.<br /><br />Somewhere I like this, I like dressing up but<br />somewhere it also seems 'not me'.<br /><br />You get me?<br />Hah, it's a summer full of changes.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-8049724956638853412010-07-11T03:54:00.000-07:002010-07-11T04:02:33.728-07:00Russia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQYxw_42yoGecleQRTtqLGMv4dB27Ss1de2NaHa-8qg33erve5Poubv0nUThGNL0KrngQOI9EYHOiAlaS6n7k8_A7UyoB0RMfQQ-TzcdONQ7YXXGLLs5WMBfIEpbgwem9qODP11QFCF4/s1600/P1060927.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492602243169968242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQYxw_42yoGecleQRTtqLGMv4dB27Ss1de2NaHa-8qg33erve5Poubv0nUThGNL0KrngQOI9EYHOiAlaS6n7k8_A7UyoB0RMfQQ-TzcdONQ7YXXGLLs5WMBfIEpbgwem9qODP11QFCF4/s320/P1060927.JPG" /></a> I live in Belgium<br /><div>but currently you can find me in Russia.</div><br /><div>My mother is russian and I speak (almost) fluent russian.</div><br /><div>We are in St. Petersburg staying with my grandma and her sister.</div><br /><div>A truly beautiful city, the formal capital of Russia.</div><br /><div>My sister was once in Rome and she told me the architecture is very simiral.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I hear you all say: Isn't it freezing out there? </div><br /><div>Guessed wrong: we don't know how to get out of the heat!</div><br /><div>Seriously, if you've seen all and you don't know a good vacantion destination,</div><br /><div>come to St. Petersburg!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-55084218273455439252010-07-09T05:32:00.000-07:002010-07-09T05:51:43.060-07:00About meWell something about myself:<br />I'm currently a 17-year old girl who loves:<br />-to read<br />-to sing<br />-to write<br />-to practice music<br />-to be with my family<br />-and many other things.<br /><br />If you've read my blogname, you can guess another thing I like.<br />...<br />That's right: I'm an otaku!! ^^<br />But I don't just like manga and anime;<br />I also love to learn to learn more about Japan.<br />So most of the stuff I will post on this blog will be about that subject,<br />if you will excuse me.<br /><br />So kindred spirits please leave a message.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365020104792613745.post-67301145565084875362010-07-09T02:04:00.000-07:002010-07-09T02:34:04.791-07:00IntroductionFinally this blog.<br />My sisters already own their own blog (you can read them <a href="http://blog-de-bonheur.blogspot.com/">here</a> and <a href="http://respecttingeling.blogspot.com/">here</a>)<br />and I thought: Why not?<br />I can talk here about everything I want and<br />nobody can tell me what to do.<br />Hope you will enjoy! ^^<br /><br />Love LolaLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12199596742603911133noreply@blogger.com0