Men, oh men!!

We (Girlz nd Pearlz and myself)reveal to you, 10 of the most hottest/cutest/most delicious men alive.

Now 10 men is not a lot considering there are so many handsome men out there but here are a few!

Dominic Purcell,
Probably best known for his performance in the series Prison break. The 43 year old was born in England but raised in Australia. Now why is he handsome?

Big strong man with gorgeous blue eyes and rough looking tattoos. My gosh anyone would be insane not to love him!

Jesse Williams,
Best known for his role as Dr. Jackson Avery in the series Grey’s Anatomy (also a model) was born in Chicago, Illinois. He is 32 years old and, well just look at him!

                                                       Those eyes!! All I will say.

Ryan Gosling,
Obviously any list without this man would be incomplete. I don’t think I even need to introduce him.

                                                                  Enough said?

Colin Farrel,
The Irish actor has those puppy brown eyes that combined with the bad boy look, is just irresistible.

                                                              What did I say?

Wentworth Miller,
Even though he is gay (tiny sad moment) doesn’t mean we can’t still dream of him. Also best known for playing the role of Michael Scofield in Prison Break, the actor looked well bald and in his prison uniform.

                                                                       I told you!

Gerard Butler,
This man could be bald, massively overweight and smelly but would still be sexy! Why? Well because he is Scottish. Close your eyes and just listen to what he has to say. 

                                Even if you don’t understand him, he is still gorgeous.

Ian Somerhalder,
Bright blue eyes and dark hair. The American actor and model even does the half smile/sexy face.

                                                              We are loving it!

Shemar Moore,
The American actor and former model is just a gem to look at. Manly and mysterious.

                                                           
                                                                        Right?

Matt Bomer,
The 35 year old American actor is best known for his role from White Collar (good series). He can also be spotted in Magic Mike alongside mr Tatum himself and a few other handsome men.

                                                                      Cheeky!

Channing Tatum, I think like Ryan Gosling he doesn’t need an introduction because everyone knows him.

                                                     His wife is a VERY lucky lady.

*Back to reality*

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Blog, blog and blog?

Never thought that it would be so hard to “keep up” with your blog. I am sure my 3 die hard followers were really sad when there was no new story online yesterday. I apologize!!

At the end of the week I thought I’d share my views on things that have happened and that I am either sad about or just flabbergasted.

Wenthworth Miller has come out as a gay man... Obviously I am sad about that. But now I am considering a sex change. Anyone have an idea on what male name would suit me?

Miley Cyrus... A few months ago I had no idea who she was, sure I had heard of Hannah Montana... but I didn’t care. This woman annoys me so much because I don’t think that she knows what kind of consequences her actions have towards her younger fans. And where the fuck is her dad? My lord man control your daughter. My dad, I think he would have slapped some sense in me if I was acting like that. BUT then again I was raised properly and I am not famous...

Ben Affleck will be  batman. Please give the man a chance, he might be very good. I don’t understand the whole fuss about that...

Syria.. I don’t even know where to start...

Kim-Jong-un had his ex girlfriend excecuted because she sold a sextape of herself and 11 friends to China… Well that escalated quickly!!

There is also one idiot who believes that pandas are not worth saving… Is he insane? Has he not seen a panda? If you don’t believe me check it out for yourself: http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2013-08-27/why-i-hate-pandas-and-you-should-too.html

Too much madness for one article if you ask me.

Public transport....

We all use it, some probably a little more often than others (unfortunately). I for one have come to hate trains and busses in Ireland. It seems like I’ve come to hate a lot here but trust me I really love it here.

Yesterday I was on the train that was supposed to stop in Naas so I could transfer to a different train. Now it didn’t stop until we reached Dublin which is a big detour… So I got a bus into work. Spend about 2 hours getting to work instead of the usual one.

Maybe I was in the wrong train, could have been but according to the online schedule this was my train but this being a small station, there are no notice boards and no broadcasts to inform people of the train being delayed or early or anything like that. So if your train is supposed to leave at 07.23 and this train arrives at that time, you take it!! I don’t think I’m being stupid there.

Now this morning (I was late) I wanted to get the 07.44 train in. 07.44 was the time online, on the schedule in my bag it was 07.45, either way that train would get me in to where I wanted to go. Online it said it would go straight down to my final destination BUT on the schedule in my bag it was said to have one stop and then continue to the end. What it actually did was something else all together. It stopped EVERYWHERE meaning I had to run to meet my bus after that…

This happened to me a lot. Wrong trains, wrong stops and being way off from where I want to be.

With busses it’s a little easier, if you hop on the wrong bus you just get off at the next stop. But once you’re on the wrong train, that’s just the end of it.

What made me feel a little better is that I wrote all my morning/late/Monday frustration into one email and sent it straight to Irish Rail!!

They haven’t responded….

FDKK goes Ireland

FDKK  stands for : “ Fuck the fucking cancer” at least I think that translates best. In Dutch it would be “ Fuck die kut kanker”.

On Edge piercing and tattoo shop in The Hague, the Netherlands, started a cancer fundraiser after one of their friends (Christel) discovered she has esophageal cancer. They got the letters FDKK together with an anchor tattooed as a symbol of hope. They decided to tattoo either the letters together with the anchor or the letters on its own for a minimal donation of €20,-.  Donations go to “No Guts No Glory” and “Stichting Droomdag”. Two amazing charity’s.

So far 185 tattoos (in On Edge alone) have been tattooed and probably 100s of t-shirts have been sold.  Also people have just donated money without getting a tattoo or t-shirt! Their total donation now is €13605,-.

They are the only shop in The Hague but there are other shops in Rotterdam (Queen of Rings and Blue Hawaii) and Baarle-Nassau (The Wretched Tattoo) who will also tattoo the FDKK tattoo.

Now for people like myself who live abroad but who would still like to contribute there is “Normal Gets You Nowhere”, they will send over the FDKK t-shirts. Payment is for yourself of course.

I always thought this tattoo shop was great but seeing what they would do for their friend and all other people fighting cancer, they are just that little bit more amazing than any other tattoo shop.

If you are interested in following the whole event, donating money, getting yourself an awesome t-shirt/tattoo please find their Facebook below.

On Edge: https://www.facebook.com/pages/On-Edge-piercing-tattooing/292266516482
Normal gets You Nowhere: https://www.facebook.com/normalgetsyounowhere?fref=ts

Because at the end of the day, cancer really just sucks!!

Murphy’s Law,

We all have those days, where it just seems that the world is against us. Especially on Mondays because Mondays are just hard.

A few that I think will be applicable to a lot of people are:

-          * There is never a queue for the bathroom unless you’ve already half pissed yourself.

-          * You’ll never just miss one train, always too.

-          * Handsome guys will think your cousin is your boyfriend.

-          * You are never sick until you go on holidays.

-          * Pissing rain and the umbrella is at home.

-          * Forgot your lighter when everyone else has also forgotten their lighter.

-          * No hot water in the morning.

-          * Weekdays are slow, weekends are gone in the blink of an eye.

-          * Never hit your big toe off something, always the small one.

-          * Scary movies will always be on TV when you’re home alone.

-          * Good movies are on when you should be in bed.

-          * The good party’s are the ones where you are too hung-over to go.

-          * The one hot day is also the day that you’re wearing jeans.

-          * Always see things you want to buy when you have no money.

-          * Calvin Harris sold out within 40 minutes.

-          * Finding a weird looking animal in your bottle of water, when you’re really thirsty.

The last one actually just happened... Just another example of what Monday is really like. The tickets for Calvin Harris' show were also really sold out within the hour. Still sad about that.

Anyways, I can think of these things all day but I think I’ll just be really depressed after that.

Happy Mondaaays... 

You want your food hot? Well that’s just insane...

My parents, aunt and grandmother went out for a meal yesterday. They went to a restaurant that my parents have loved for a long time. This morning my mother told me they would not be going back there again. Apparently all the nice staff don’t work there anymore and my mum thinks they have a new owner. The waitress was a girl that barely spoke any Dutch (which is weird if you live in Holland) and was lacking somewhat of a brain. My grandmother ordered a dish with baked potatoes and apparently it was very hard to explain to the girl that she didn’t want them cold but hot... Very annoying if you ask me. Who serves any food but salad cold anyways?

Anyways this inspired the following.
Behold the differences between pubs/restaurants in Ireland and Holland.

Now before I tell you why, what and how, a little background story.

My last job in Holland before I moved to Ireland was in a cafe-restaurant. I don’t think ill ever work with a crowd that was that insane, caring and involved. My boss was a definite one of a kind. She taught me everything I know about the industry. She is also the reason I can never go out for a proper meal without cursing and commenting at everything. Thank you for that ;D.

Few things I learned were:
- Never put your fingers in a glass (in Ireland they stick their fingers in the glass every chance they get)
- always, ALWAYS walk around with a tray (in Ireland you just walk to the table 4 times to serve the drinks)
- always, ALWAYS grab the glass at the bottom and not the top otherwise (as my boss used to say) you might as well stick your fingers in that persons mouth. Makes for a lovely picture in your head doesn’t it? (Since I’ve been here I had probably every bartenders fingers in my mouth)..
- Never let any part of the beer tap touch the beer in the glass (in Ireland does always touch, because they want to create the mini layer of foam).
- Rinse glasses before you pour beer (everything in Ireland goes into the dishwasher...) Yes that is true, cold beer, warm glass. Yuuummm
- Smile, smile and smile godammnit. This is very important for tips!! (In Ireland people don’t really tip, so why smile?).

I think I can go on for a little while longer but I think most of these are bar rules and not necessarily the rules that I learned. There are some other differences but those are just culture differences?

For example:
- Greet the costumer when they walk in. (Here you get a “Hi” when you’re at the bar).
- The waitress comes to you (nope, here you have to walk to the bar, sometimes even to order your food).
- In Holland during the summer times you can sit outside almost everywhere. (Once again in Ireland this is not the case, such a shame).

These are a few differences that popped up in my head today. Every time I’m out I think of something else again.

Anyhows, enjoy your weekend and those lovely fingers!! 

Ohh you think I am pretty? Ehhhhh I.... eeehhh... mhh

Compliments. We all get them, probably not as frequent as we want them but eh what can we do?

Now some people handle compliments really well, especially in movies (otherwise it would be called real life). Compliments are always easier to make than to receive (I believe). If someone were to compliment me on my work or my ability’s I would be slightly shy on accepting them BUT if someone were to compliment me on my hair or outfit or any other compliment appearance wise, I would just look at the ground, go all red and inform them about my pet rock…

Handing out compliments is easy for me, I am like Santa handing out gifts on Christmas morning,

The compliments on someone’s furniture are easy to receive because the usual response is: “Thanks, got them in IKEA” all the credit goes to them, you’re just the one who stuck it all in the room. Compliments on someone’s outfit are hard to accept because you want to make sure you gracefully accept the compliment. For example:  “You have such beautiful eyes” this is the moment were you DO NOT under any circumstances want to mention your pet rock (might be a little sad) but you want to say something like: “aww thanks, that is so sweet”. If you go “yeeeh duhh” just a waste of you being nice. That person has probably received too many compliments and just doesn’t know what to do with them.

Where you can be a little cocky (I think) is shoes. Why? Because you were the genius who knew they were awesome and bought them. “loving your shoes” my response will be: “Aahhh yes I know, Vanz did a great job one this pair” this way still all the credit goes to Vans and you take little for buying them.

Other compliments that I find hard to receive would be compliments like: you are so good at maths (not me) or you are so funny, your French sounds so native!! Whenever these come out its hard for the person to remain cool and not fail at whatever they were just complimented about.

I have been thinking about a proper way to solve these issues and I think that people should wear signs. One saying: I handle compliments really well. And another t shirt (to save the receiving end and the complimenting end a lot of embarrassing moments) I do not handle compliments well, please send them by email so that I can think of a proper/graceful way to accept your kindness!!

I think that money can be made off of this!!

Sick, I’m sick of it!!

We all have these people around us that sneeze and cough without covering their mouth/nose with their hands. Now I am a little bit of a germ freak and I do not appreciate that at all. Apparently a sneeze can travel up to 5 meters… That is a scary distance if you ask me.

People that know me, know that I basically sneeze all day long and therefore spend most of the day with my hands attached to my face… truly is a blessing. Now take that picture in your head and add being sick to that picture. Got it? Yeah it’s not pretty is it?

So for people wondering where this is going, I woke up with a cold. Noticed it yesterday in my throat and ate a lot of vitamin C and drank all the orange juice but ehhh no it didn’t work.

Anyways it seems to be going around. I wonder who started this…

Cold always last so long and I don’t have the energy for that or the time. The last time I had a cold it lasted for about 2 weeks, must admit that I am too lazy to go to the doctors. 

In Ireland you have to pay every time you go to the doctor, let’s say about €50,- every time. That doesn’t include the medication that you have to pick up at the pharmacy.  A day at the doctors can cost you around €100,- depending on what kind of medication you get. So yeh I always like to go for the rest in bed treatment.

I think if healthcare systems were a competition Holland would have won this one.

Ohh you’re here? Well, why didn’t you just say so!!

We all have those moments, I believe we call them “facepalm” moments. These moments happen a lot when dealing with people because lets be honest, people can be stupid.

One day I took my younger cousin to Comic Con in Swords, we got the bus up and when we bought the tickets we told the bus driver: “One to Heuston station please” (clear right?). As the bus passes Heuston station I look at my cousin and sigh… We walked up to the front of the bus and I asked the man: “ Where does the bus stop?” he responds “where do you want to stop?” Now I was trying to be polite and not sound sarcastic and I said: “Well eeehh Heuston?” He says: “Ohh well I looked back to see if someone got up but I didn’t see anyone move, so I assumed no-one wanted to get off” Now if you have been on buses in Dublin you know you don’t really want to be standing up or walking while the bus is manoeuvring around bikes, kids, dogs and other traffic that is insane. You’ll wait till the bus slows down a little and then get up, avoiding breaking something as the bus swings from left to right.
In my head I had slapped the driver and yelled: “THE FACT THAT I BOUGHT THE TICKET TIL HEUSTON, WASN’T A GOOD ENOUGH SIGN FOR YA??” But I politely said: “ Well the bus always stops there”. I had to give a good example for my cousin who just turned 16. Anyways he dropped us off as soon as he could and we walked back… I hate unexpected exercise….

That was facepalm number 1. Number 2 just happened about 15 minutes ago.

As you may have read before I work as tech support. Now what we do when we escalate tickets to other teams we have to ask for the users location and contact number etc.
I asked the woman in what building she was location and she told me, HQ. Good, I said. Which floor is that on? She is kind of talking to herself and I can understand something like: “Well I am there and also here”. I thought Id make it easy for her and ask her: “Where are you seated most of the time?” AANND (you’ve guessed it) She says: “ Ohh just here”… I am counting til 5 in my head, trying to control myself not to make a sarcastic comment. “Soo on what floor is here?”. I think in the end the location makes no sense because its all across the whole site BUT maybe she is a woman with long legs or go go gadget arms? I have no clue….

What I also find very annoying and consider a facepalm moment is when:
You walk into the shop without a bag, just your purse. I always end up buying  A LOT more than just the orange juice I was going for. Stand at the till and all your food is being scanned and you realize, Mhhh this is a lot more than I can carry. Then finally the person behinds the till says: “ Would you like a bag?” Mhh I wonder.. WOULD I?? Of course, I wasn’t 3 bags, look at all the stuff I am buying.. HOW am I going to carry it home? In the invisible bags I have hidden in my other invisible bag?? No!! BUT politely always say: “ Yes please, give me 3.”

A lot of these cases are what I like to call “Smile and wave”.
Smile politely and wave as you walk away…. Obviously thinking: Moron…

Move in, move out aaaaaand move in again

Anyways, hopefully this week my cousin and I will be able to move in to our apartment. We will call it: Party Central!! 

This will be the second time living with someone else but somehow living with him, I fear for my health and safety a little bit. He has been here for a little over a month and lets just say that it has been crazy. I haven’t had a quiet day, no hanging out on my couch. Every weekend out in the pub then the club. I am tired. Now he has started his job today so I am happy. Now he has to take it easy!!

All the things that you take for granted when you live with your parents… I had no idea…
All of a sudden my dinner wasn’t ready when I got home from work and guess what, my laundry was also still there and the plates that I didn’t clean the night before? Yes also still there. Was my fridge full of food? No of course not. Those are just a few things that now you have to do yourself.

After a while you get used to the things and theyre not as much of a hassle but, my lord, isn’t it wonderful when the parents show up for a weekend and dad will cook dinner and mom will just randomly start cleaning (not sure if thats a sign, I consider myself to be a clean but messy person). AAAAND when they leave your stuck with the empty loneliness that is called young adulthood?

Every weekend would be either lazy or busy or a mix of both. Party on Friday and relax on Saturday and then go out again on Sunday afternoon. Hectic but lots of fun specially ( I think) if it’s the first time that you are experiencing all of this.

At the moment all my stuff is at my grandmothers and in my uncles car. I almost break my neck 4 times a day, I never realised how much stuff you can gather in a year. Specially shoes… I apparently have lots of shoes… And only one pair of feet…

Lets hope we can move soon!!

Such a waste of time....

Anyways since it’s Friday I suppose a weekend post would be suitable.

Whenever my friends and I would go out in Holland, we would all go out together and go for food after and cycle home. Most of the nights without “scoring” because I don’t think that’s really a thing you do, not unless you either know the person or you've been talking to a random person all night and then you’ll have the whole awkward goodbye kiss. Mostly awkward because I am from a small-ish city that only has (in my friends and my opinion) one good “club” (not really a club, club) sooo there was a big change that you’d see the same person next Friday and that was not always really what you wanted. But that’s why you have friends so you can hide behind them or force them to dance with you so you look really busy. A good one that sometimes worked to get rid of a guy that you didn't want to dance with was just telling them you’re a lesbian. All these things were always planned before hand. “ So girls if we meet a weirdo, the person beside you is your partner. Agree? Agree!” 

In Ireland things work really different, sometimes funny but my god I think it’s strange. It happens a lot that guys will walk up to a girl talk a little bit (5/10 minutes) and then start kissing, walk away and do the same to a different girl until you’d see him leave with someone else. I like standing on the side of the dance floor and see all this happen, laughing to myself. It’s all about the pulling and I don’t think its quality that people are looking for.

Last weekend we went to a club, the only one in town (I keep moving to small places...) My cousin was dancing and I thought I’d go for a smoke. I walk outside and stand outside in the rain smoking my cigarette, this guy walks up and asks me for a smoke. I said sure no problem, here you go and enjoy. And thereeeee we went... The whole, so what’s your name and where are you from “trying to get to know you”. I of course went a long just for the fun of it. To be honest I like those random talks with strangers that don’t turn out to be a hook up. So after two cigarettes he probably felt like he was talking to me long enough and said: “ so shall we kiss?” While I was trying not to burst out in laughter I told him: “no sorry” and then he asked why not? Now this is not meant in a mean way but he just wasn't the type of guy I want to be kissing. So I told him another version of the truth and that was that I was staying with my grandmothers and I had to stay calm/stay low (whatever you want to call it). What he then said (I think) was so funny, that while writing this I am laughing. While rolling his eyes he said: “ Well that was a waste of time”, now when he said that I was kind of shocked, standing there with my mouth open going: *WTF just happened* but at the same time I thought it was kind of funny. I thought it was kind of brave and cheeky to ask that but also kind of foolish, obviously he doesn't know body language. I think if he read my body language he would have seen that I wasn't interested and then he wouldn't have had to ask me and get his ego hurt maybe? Anyways I hope he still got lucky that night.

I smoked another cigarette ( yeh yeh yeh) alone, laughing like an idiot all by myself before going back inside and finishing my night of observing.

Normal talks just don’t cut it, it HAS to lead to something. Very cheeky, very funny. Sometimes that is.

Tech support, what people think I do, what I really do...

Working as a (what is officially called) a technical support analyst I support the Dutch language. Seeing as today is a bank holiday but I still have to be in work (I know right) I thought why not write a (maybe) short story on what it is that I do.

My day starts at 7 which means I get up at 5.15(uhuuuuuu) every morning to start my lovely commute to work. My team consists of 3 member including me so you can imagine I am not that busy at all. Two guys and myself. I think that out of the 8 hour day I spend maybe 2 hour on actual technical stuff, the other hours I spend with, well this, social media. Texting friends and family back in Holland and the usual research on whatever randomly pops into my head.

Anyways when I tell people that I do technical support, people always go: “ Ahhh interesting” but really its not that interesting.  I do nothing with servers, I don’t read codes and if the network issue is to complicated we send it on to a different team. 

So what do I do? Repair outlook, set up outlook, facebook, tell someone to restart the &$^”# computer, back to facebook, spend 10 minutes explaining to someone that YES YOU DO HAVE A START BUTTON, think about what to have for lunch, facebook, sigh (while the phone is on mute), password resets

and then escalate a lot of things that by policy we don’t deal with.

Now I just want to add that not all the people that we deal with are like this. There are some very nice and funny people that call in too and they can really make your day. There is one site manager that sometimes calls 4 times a day and then you wouldn’t hear from him for weeks. He knows what we can do and knows what we can’t, he never loses his temper but is always up for a chat. Unfortunately I always have to tell him that the weather is shite...

Not all technical support jobs are like this and not all desks/company’s are like this. This is just my job.

Exercise?? You mean move the food from the plate to my mouth and chew?

I was born into a family of lazy’s. Not all of them of course we have our mountain climbers, dog walkers, soccer players, gymnasts, rugby players and scouts. But all of them enjoy lying down on the couch and do nothing!! Somehow I think I am the only kid born without a talent, a healthy/exercise talent that is. I tried swimming when I was younger but that just wasn’t it. Did gymnastics but somehow dressing up in a tiny suit jumping around also wasn’t it. I tried twirling but same small tight suits but with feathers... Nah also not it. My brother plays rugby and I always thought it was a cool looking sport, so I figured I give it a go. First training I pulled a muscle which I never knew I had, which is still sore sometimes when I make a weird leg movement (a lot of the time so). Needless to say I decided that my future is on the couch with sweet delicious fattening food.

                                                             Sometimes this works

Don’t get me wrong, whenever the whole family gets together to do a walk or climb a mountain I am up front all excited. I am also probably the first one to injure themself or to get tired and complain about it. I am a real joy!!

Now seeing as all that lazyness isn’t really that good and the fact that I have a desk job too, means that I don’t really move at all except to and from the train station and whatever walking I do around the house/shopping/cleaning etc. I decided to join my cousin and go for a run. Now my cousin has played soccer most of his life and was always fit. We’d run from our house to our aunts house which is about 3km up and back down.

The moment we start I am thinking to myself: “ OK Emma you can do this” (this is supposed to help) after a while (I think it was long enough) I had to stop because and walk for a moment (I know this isn’t the way you’re supposed to do things). As I am walking and breathing like a 70 year old man on cigars, sweating like a pig, my cousin is there walking normally, breathing normally and of course not even close to sweating. After walking for about 10 minutes (it took that long for me to catch my breath) we continued our run to our aunts with the occasional stops (of course).

When we finally arrived at the house (felt like years) my cousin was still not sweating and breathing normally. I on the other hand was red, exhausted and just a mess basically. If it wasn’t for me, my aunt and uncle would’ve never asked us what we did. “we ran up” I said. “ YOU RAN UP?” was the reply. The surprise in her voice was amazing and funny.

Anyway, after sitting there for 30 minutes drinking water like it was the last time I would ever drink water, we started our run back. Now the run back wasn’t as much of a run as the way up was because we basically walked the whole way back, except for the occasion run from this light pole to the other (my ankle and knees, oh lord, were killing me). Must say that I had one of the best night’s sleep in a long while (duh).

The next day my legs were sore whenever I would walk up or down the stairs ( I have to walk a lot of stairs). 

Today (2 days after the run) I am afraid to move, even breathing is sore... in my legs...

BUT I am not going to give up, as long as my cousin doesn’t go insane with me joining him for his runs I will do this more often.

Hopefully goodbyeee lazyness, Hellooooo being FIT!!

Now that’s what I wouldn't call fashion..

I am 22 years old and therefore consider myself a young woman. I think being a girl/woman is fantastic, there are just so many things you can do with yourself. Sometimes I wonder why girls would choose to do that..

Do what? 

My parents have always told me that it only matters what I think (clothes wise anyways). Of course they would sometimes say: “ eehhh are you sure you want to wear that?” or “That is too short”. When I was 14/15 I had my Goth phase, I loved wearing black long skirts and heavy red make up and dyed my hair black. People used to stare as I walked by and call me names. The name calling wasn't the best but the fact that people would stare made me feel special, almost like: I am very happy I gave you something to talk about later on today. One time a woman asked one of my friends (she is blond, wore clothes like Diesel and Esprit and everything was in colour) “is that girl sick or something?” I suppose the long black hair, pale skin and red eye makeup doesn't make for such a healthy looking combination. My friend will still to this day piss herself laughing when talking about this. We were an odd couple together but also showed people that clothes and taste in music don’t have to mean to much in a friendship. Now 7 years later with her living in the Netherlands and myself in Ireland she is still one of my best friends and we talk every day.

What I was trying to say was, be yourself and be proud to be yourself there is no one you have to please but you.

What I see in Irish girls is a lot of naked and a lot of makeup. If I go out I always feel very casually dressed but comfortable, I am not tugging at the back of my skirt and I do not have to run to the bathroom to fix my makeup every time I touch my face. Of course not every girl is like this.

Sometimes I wonder if they dress like that because they really want to or because everyone does it. Is it to make boys notice you? If so, what type of boys do you want to attract?

I remember one girl very, very good. She makes me laugh whenever I think about her. I was at the doctors in Dublin. Sitting there for about an hour, a woman walks in with her daughter, now I’d say the girl was about 14/15. The woman was a big woman with brown curly hair and an awful sour expression on her face. She made the appointment and sat down, her daughter followed. Now the girl (and I feel awful for saying this but it needs to be said) really looked like her mom except for the curly hair. The girl had her hair tied back in a bun and I could see the line of fake tan going from her ears following her cheek line. Her neck, bottom of her chin and upper chest were not tanned. The girl had a (what I could see, without making it too obvious) nice skin and I wondered WHY in the name of ... would you do that to yourself? Why make your face orange and then only the face and not whatever is attached to it? To her mom: Why would you let your daughter leave the house like that?

 Sometimes its not everywhere though..

This girl wasn't naked but she was wearing leggings as jeans. In Holland girls don’t do that, it’s a big no no.

Now I am wondering if this is really Irish fashion OR if there are more people out there, like me, saying that is just not done.

One thing I must admit is that Dr Martens in Holland are mainly worn by alternative people they wouldn't be seen as a fashionable pair of boots to wear. Here in Ireland I've noticed that everyone can wear them and its still seen as fashionable. So there is a definite fashion difference between the two country’s. I can definitely see/notice that I was raised in Holland.

So what was the point of my story? To be honest I got kind of caught up in basically everything.  Different fashion sense can do that I suppose.

Anyhow I hope this was ok to read, if you made it this far, thanks!! If not you won’t read this anyways so.... 

Intro

Hello, Hello, is this thing on??

This will be my first post so I hope it will be catchy!! I wrote a small story for my friends blog and then I realized I liked it.

I think a lot of what’s going to be on here will be about what happens on a day to day basis. Moved to Ireland a little over a year ago and even though I've been here every year on holidays since I was a baby some things still just amaze me. A lot of things will be MY point of view on things. Just so you know, no harm intended.

Stick around until I get this thing figured out!

Take care