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31 augustus 2013

The end of days..

Ik ben ziek. 
En niet '3x-hoesten-ik-ga-dood' ziek, maar 'snotlappen-all-over-the-place-hot/cold-flashes(menopauze anyone?!)-thee-met-honing-en-limoen-tot-je-scheel-ziet' ziek. 
Nee, I don't do sick very well. Wie is er nou tijdens de laatste zomerdagen van het jaar ziek?!
En het nadeel is dat ik, dankzij mijn geweldige genen van vader's zijde, gemiddeld 6x per jaar verkouden ben en 2x per jaar ziek ben. Waardoor ik zo ongeveer het hele jaar wel wat heb.
I love my father, but this sucks!

Jarenlang ging het goed. Na mijn longontsteking op mijn 14e  ben ik zeker een aantal jaar niet ziek geweest. Tot mijn befaamde stage in de Caribbean. Omdat ik teveel in de airco zat. Go freaking figure. Ziek zijn opzich is al naar, maar verhoging hebben wanneer het buiten 35 graden is, is nog vervelender. Dan zijn ook echt alle ladylike-voorwaarden van de baan: 
- no heels, 
- no make up, 
- no dresses,
- no being cute. 

Gewoon in een tank top onder de dekens met mijn bril op, huissokken aan en mijn haar ergens op mijn hoofd bijeengebonden. Ik denk ook niet dat een rode loopneus, puffy red eyes met -zo heb ik mij door een dierbare vriend laten vertellen- "die donkere randjes, een beetje wallen", of een wc rol als snotlap very ladylike zijn.

Yes, I said it!

I am not really ladylike! En vooral niet wanneer ik ziek ben. Maar hey, ik denk dat zelf Mme. Chanel herself niet very ladylike was wanneer ze ziek was. 
So there! Suck it! 
Dan neem ik nog een Strepsil. Ik heb de afgelopen dagen een freaking jaarvoorraad aan Citrosan, thee, honing, citroen, honingdropjes en vieze, vieze Strepsils weggewerkt.
En elke afspraak heb ik moeten afzeggen: skate night, sushi, party, sushi, catching up with my cousin, sushi! Dammit! Ik ben al 4 hele dagen ziek en I don't do sick well. 
Had ik dat al gezegd? Pfff...

Maar…. Gelukkig ben ik niet iemand die alleen maar in een nare situatie blijft hangen. Na het verdiende geklaag en gemopper gaan we naar de oplossing toe werken. 
Dus: nog meer thee, kiwi's, verse hand geperste jus (ik moet echt een citruspers kopen), ook sap uit een pakje en genoeg sambal om een dode weer tot leven te wekken! Als ik daardoor niet beter wordt… It will be time to release my inner me! (Remember Super Jazz? She'll kick some ass) Maar daar wachten we nog even mee, eerst hopen dat dit werkt... 
Ik kan die stomme honing dropjes niet meer zien!
Even if mentally I'm consumed with sick visions of violence, terror, sex and death.
- Courtney Love 

On the plus side heb ik nu wel genoeg tijd om aan mn blogs te werken en de Comedy Central marathon te volgen, recepten te googlen voor mn volgende bak-experiment, films te kijken en weer helemaal up to speed te raken met mn favo series. Altijd leuk, maar vaak meer iets voor de wintermaanden…

Okay, I definitely can't handle sick! 
Ik ga maar weer mijn bedje in met mn wc rol en mn gadgets waarop ik kan typen , bewegende beelden kijken en ook nog een bereikbaar kan zijn. Deze dagen ben ik achter een schermpje veeeeeel aangenamer!
Voor iedereen een fijn weekend!


Ik ga maar alle proppen papier opruimen en mijn smaakpapillen zoeken..

Jazz.
(deze blog is geschreven met een hoop dutjes tussendoor..)

24 augustus 2013

Forever young

ImageSo. Today's the day.
The best day of all the 365 days. Queen's day.
My birthday!
YAY ME!
IT'S MY FREAKING BIRTHDAY!
HELL YEAH!




Today I turned twenty-something.
Twenty-howmany?
None of your business. That's not a polite thing to ask a lady.
Let's just say I just turned 21. Again.
I'm a reminiscent kind of person, so with every mile stone I -involuntarily- think back of  the preceding year and everything that has happened.
Last year I had the most amazing birthday, that really lasted the entire day, from 9 AM til 3 the next morning. Awesome party, awesome people, awesome presents. What else could a girl ask for?
Well, for starters people who don't make a fool of me by throwing me a suprise party! It was really awesome, but I did feel like a complete idiot when I was texting my friend what time we'd meet up, when she was secretly waiting for my fabulous and unknowing entrance at my own party. Me, someone who pays attention to the puniest little details and who notices everything, had absolutely no freaking clue that she was being played. So good for your self esteem. I still thank the people responsible for it, it was just great.
The past year was quite a relaxed one. Not too much trouble or life changing experiences. Yes, I switched jobs. Big whoop.. 
Actually, the most challenging thing of the past year was coming to realize that I'm getting "older". My Dad told me this morning in the middle of the city centre "Now you're really getting old!". Yeah, thanks for that Dad...
There's nothing wrong with aging of course, but you're always so used to being "the young one" that it takes a while to process that there's already a new generation coming up. The music my 17 year old niece and 18 year old sister listen to, is unknown to me. 

"Oh, you don't know this song, Jazz? It's so old, 2 months at least!" 

I just heard it for the first time. Now I know what my parents must feel like when my sister and I are talking about the latest phones, gadgets and movies...

As long as I don't start to quote my mom ( I love you, but not just yet) I suppose it's all good.
Now I know that we won't stay forever young. Some people started with the "cute remarks" as: "Come age, come trouble." Come what age? I still do not - I repeat: I do NOT - need a walking aid and I do not have a single grey hair. Yet. Those comments hurt. I'm still not that old..
Old? Me?
Youth is like diamonds in the sun

And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play

So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

- Alphaville, Forever young (1984)

I have had a good year, did nice things, met fun people and went to quite some concerts. And finally I got my fishies! It really took me one whole year of nagging, before I got them, but I do! Thank you mommy for understanding my "subtle" remarks.
I was thinking of naming them (
Christian, Louboutin, Adi, Das maybe..), but I think that's a bit too extreme.
So.... a year older.. what to do now?
I have no freaking clue! "They" say that it's all about settling down and growing up. No more fooling around or crazy stuff. Haha. Yeah. No.
I really enjoy my life as it is and, for the first time EVER, I can honestly say that I have absolutely nothing on my wish list this year. Nothing! I can honestly say that I am truly happy with what I've got and the people around me, including my fish!
I had a great start of my new life year last night at midnight and can't wait for the rest of the party tonight, and tomorrow and the rest of this year.
Forever young, I wanna be forever  young
Do you really want to  live forever? Forever and  ever
I wanna leave my footprints on the sands of time
Know there was something  that, and something that I left behind
When I leave this world, I'll leave no regrets,  to
Leave something to remember, so they won't  forget
I was here
I  lived, 
I loved
I was here
I did, 
I've done, everything that I  wanted
And it was more than I  thought it would be
I will leave my  mark so everyone will knowI was  here
I want to say I lived each  day, until I die
And know that I  meant something in, somebody's life
The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I  leave
That I made a difference, and  this world will see
I was here 
I lived, I loved
I was hereI  did, 
I've done, everything that I wanted
And  it was more than I thought it would be
I  will leave my mark so everyone will know
I  was hereI lived, I loved
I was hereI did, 
I've done, everything that I wanted
And it was more than I thought it would be
I will leave my mark so  everyone will know
I was  here
I just want them to  know
That I gave my all, did my  best
Brought someone to  happiness
Left this world a little  better just because
I was  here
I was here
I lived, I loved
I  was here
I did, 
I've done,  everything that I wanted
And it was  more than I thought it would be
I  wanna leave my mark so everyone will know
I  was here. 
(I lived), I  lived
(I loved), I was here
(I did), I did
(I've done), I was here
(I  lived), I lived
(I loved), I  loved
I was here
(I did), I did(I've  done)
I was here
- Beyoncé, I was here, 4 (2001)

Jazz.

9 augustus 2013

The life of me..


Age 0-2:
My birth. The moment that changed history.
Little chubby girl, not much to remember. Other than falling of the stairway and headed directly into the Christmas tree. Heads first. With the legs kicking out. Or so I'm told.

Made some lifetime friends.

Age 2 - 4:
My first parentless vacation. Walked around naked in my diapers all day, sipping water from my sippy cup. Uhuh. Good times.
Started the hardknock life of preschool: coloring, playing house and eating stale bread meant for the animals at the petting zoo.

Age 4 - 8:
My first pretend-wedding day: my first Holy Communion! BIG white dress(with a hoop in the hem), white shoes, lace-trimmed socks and of course a pretty little vail. Only things missing were the groom and my ring, but I'm sure to get them right at the actual wedding.
Having the best-ever kiddie party with a clown who painted my face like a princess.
Correction: who highlighted my princess-like accents. 
Got so pissed off at my stupid kindergarten classmate, that I yanked his hair. Why? Oh, just because he was using the yellow-crayon when I needed it. To finish my masterpiece of "The Witch". Now you still see where my tear burnt a hole in the paper. Because I got punished, I wasn't allowed to go and play outside. I was all alone with my yellow crayon...

Age - 8 - 12:
Were probably also awesome years. I just don't remember too much of them. 

Age 12 - 16:
High school. Yeah. No real need for elaboration. I was just your average skinny little, buck-teethed (thank Jesus for braces) girl with floppy clothes around her, like she had Anorexia. Which I did NOT have. Just a very speedy metabolism.

Had my very first boyfriend, make up and break up in this same time frame.

First experience with tequila ( thank you Sis). Can't say I didn't like it. Good remedy to get instant amnesia.

Age 16 - 18:
Community college. And puberty. Which I only suffered mildly from, no biggy.

Age 18 - 20:
6 months internship in the Caribbean. One word: AWESOMENESS!
University. Becoming an adult. Ugh...
Second boyfriend. 

Age 20 - 21:
Not much. Just passing classes, getting good grades, learning new languages and developing the awesome person that I am today.

Age 21 - 21:
Graduation of my Bachelor. Epic moment of course.
Birth of my niece. Another awesome moment.
Started in the real-life work of work 40 hrs a week and really living for the weekends.
Never would I realize how much I would miss my college years. Do like the pay though.

(Break up with boyfriend nr. 2. - Just a minor detail)

Living on my own for the very first time! Sheer awesomeness!

Started denying my real age.
No need to reveal my true age, it's not polite to ask a lady for her age! So don't!


Age 21 - and on:
Who knows what will happen?! Nobodoy knows. But I love everything that will happen! Already I have good stories my grandchildren! Now I only need to find the father of my children first...

Enough things to do to make my life even more epic. And (hopefully) enough time to do them!
So a little bucket list at age 21+:

- Win the lottery (and not the one where you win Ben & Jerry's pints)
- Go to the Maldives, or the Galapagos Islands
- Travel along Route 66
- Buy my own very first pair of Louboutins
- Go to Italy and eat a shitload of pasta
- Eat sushi in Tokyo
- Go to the largest library in the world!
- Becoming drunk, without the hangover the next day...
Just to name a few...
Most definitely to be continued..
Jazz.