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dinsdag 23 november 2010


Another day in paradise. Hello bloggers,,

well hello hello. Today is just another day in paradise I guess. Sarcasm all the way. I'm still laying in bed, sick.. Still my stomach. NO I'M NOT PREGNANT. I just say that because if you say your stomach hurts everybody assumes right away that you're pregnant. But I'm not, so, ok. Let's continue.

Let's talk about him. (again) I'd say this is the last time, but then I know I'm lying.. so.. yeah. Deal with it. I really hate his job right now. More than anything. They're in 'Black Hole Procedure'.. which means no internet and phone, not any form of communication. Who would come up with anything like that? Sure there will be some sort of explanation why it's necessary but I mean C'mon! Just during the week I'm laying in bed all day, sick.. thinking about him, needing him.. What the hack. I hate his job. That's for sure. The only nice thing about it is the uniform.

Don't judge on the outer looks, big chance the inner sucks.

Xoxo. The girl on tour

10:29


zondag 21 november 2010


Hello there bloggers.

Been a while. Almost a month now. I'm feeling absolutely miserable. And for once that's not because of him. I'm sick. I've been home for 7 days now. It's really terrible. Anyway. Besides that, my life is going well. I've been shooting a lot. Today I've got another shoot planned. The past two months I've had nine shoots already. Been really busy as you can see. Well I'm trying to stay busy all the time, because I don't want to think about him anymore. (of course it's not working, he's in my head all the time..)

Anyway. This night was absolutely terrible. I slept all day yesterday, so I wasn't tired at all.. So the whole night a part of me was awake and the other part was sleeping.. It was so weird. I dreamed he called me, so I grabbed my mobile and said hi, In my dreams I heard him say hi as well, but then I woke up and I was like.. what the hack!! I didn't even held my mobile, but I could swear it was so real... Guess if you want something so bad..

well anyway. Haven't heard from him in two days again. He was really busy because they caught some pirates. So I understand.. but I'm really starting to hate that stupid navy because everytime I need him something like that happens whereby he can't call me.. it sucks so hard.. I don't really want to care about it anymore. I just want the same click he has in his head, turning his feelings on and off. Is that to much to ask for?

Ow bytheway, you guys are probably thinking: "why are you so troubled by all this? he's almost getting home! Only 1 week and 4 days now!" Well NO! there has been 3 weeks added to his journey. So still another month to go. Assholes. No St. Nicholas together (a party we dutch people celebrate, some sort of christmas but then not about the family being together thing, but more about the presents you get while the family happens to be together) So it sucks. At least we do have christmas together. But then new year's eve is coming up and I have to work all week selling fireworks. So I can't see him a lot..

Anyways.
Gotta go. My model is here at 12:30 and then I have to be ready as well. So gotta go do a lot of things.


Adios peoplos!
Xoxo. The girl on tour.

10:41


& A little note




Being Myself

I’m not afraid to speak my mind.
Or share my every thought.
I’m not afraid, and will not hide.
No matter what the cost.

At first I was a little girl,
Who did not understand.
That no one else could rule my world,
Or change the way I am.

Why should I pretend to be,
A girl I know I’m not?
Why can’t no one ever see,
The insides worth a shot.

Judging by the outer looks,
Will never let you see,
All the things you really should.
The outsides just a screen.

I’ll be the girl who sits alone,
Without a single friend.
Even though, at least I know,
I’m true, and don’t pretend.

I’ll wear the cloths I like the best,
And not the one’s approved.
Who cares if I’m not like the rest.
To me, myself, I’m true.



& memory lane


mei 2009

juni 2009

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augustus 2009

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oktober 2009

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september 2010

oktober 2010

november 2010

december 2010

januari 2011

maart 2011

juni 2013

augustus 2013

november 2014


& Shout Out



& About Me

JusStxmii
If you think you know me, read my blog and think again. I'm imperfect and I'm Lovin' It. I'm the only witness and the only person who can judge my life.



& Wishlist

Go to Australia
Make me grow taller.
Wisdom, Knowledge & Talent.
Fame, Beauty & Fortune.
Friends forever.


& Adiences


 

They applauded her and gave her a standing ovation.

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