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KWIJLAAPJE will soon be deleted.
those of you i actually like/care about, will find another username added to their friends-list. that is me. add me back!
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woohoo!! My parents haven gone away!!! so obviousely the first thing i do is play LOUD music and jump around the house!! i just love being on my own! They'll be gone for 3 weeks :D... YAHOOPIE!
I had a FUN day in Amsterdam last Friday. I saw my old art school buddy Sanne, who's now studying art history... actually, the funniest part about our further education career is that we started at the same time and will graduate in the same year, except I modelled [read: did nothing] for two years while she studied all that time... ;)
I think its sweet how she always asks me how my mom is doing :)
She shares this house with 4 others and she has the cutest room... we went into town where I bought some DC skate shoes for my sister, which I truly hope she will like and most of all FIT. They're cute though [though you cant really call skate shoes 'cute'...], lets just say they ROCK pretty much, in my opinion, and if she doesnt like them she can give em back to me ;). They're for her birthday. Since she doesnt have any money, doesnt know what to ask and has old shoes falling off her feet. I called her from the store about which colours she would like... Well ,they were all on sale so it was a mess and I spent quite some time at that store with Sanne, the guy mustve thought we were nuts... two girlie girls in a skate store, one in a tutu [that was me]. But in the end he helped me find the ones i bought :).
I also bought another pack of colourful socks at H&M. I have all these old socks I bought when I went to London for the first time, 4 years ago, and they;re slowly getting all ragged so i desperately need to replace them.
I let Sanne take a picture of me and Pimboli!! He's so cute! She didnt get it though... I later showed the picture to Mo and he DID think Pimboli was cute... Geert-Jan just thought I looked cute :/
God, it seems impossible to take a good picture of my tutu... i owe you that one. this is Sanne&me
  
me and cutie Pimboli.. isnt he CUTE??!?!!
Later Sanne went to her job at the university library where she does nothing but sit and now and then walks around to tell people they're not allowed to use cell phones in the building, hahah.
I went to Paparazzi. it was quiet there and fun seeing Mo again. He had the RAILS pictures... whoops im pretty naked in one of the pictures but fortunately they are rather unclear so no one would recognise me... [cause this mag is being spead in trains to be read by anyone travelling]. He put some pics in my book though.
 
Mo!!!!!! my fave booker!! hard at work. he cut his hair so his curls are gone!
Went to Albert Cuyp Market... yeah!!!! actually bought fabrics this time! go me! I got this grey fabric for a skirt. i wanted it to be thicker but they didnt have any, its a pretty one though. And I bought some black tulle, to make another tutu!! Black, this time. Man, I love looking weird when I walk around... :p
I walked all the way from the market to be beginning of the Singel street, cause I didnt feel like waiting for the tram and spending money. went to Geert-Jan at his Blvd. editorial office. Saw the lingerie picture he had wanted to do with me, but couldnt because Paparazzi wouldnt let him book me :(.... they ROCKED! they were absolutely gorgeous! It sucks I didnt get to do them. Plus they werent as far as extreme as i thought they'd be..
So apperantly Geert-Jan doesnt photograph very well... in his defense, he's sweet when he laughs. But maybe thats just because he looks so ridiculous i cant help but laugh when i see him. whatever, he's funny.
 
he has one arm covered in tattoos, among others three naked women! hahah, how wrong! plus he has a skull in the middle of his chest, which is pretty cool.
I used to feel intimidated by people with tattoos, but im finding myself strangely attracted to them now... dont know why. they're mostly the nicest people, in contrast to what you might think by their appearance.
this is me!! i think my hair looks pretty okay right now, regardless the crookedness :)
  
It was a fun day though. Plus I got permission from MDX to let my sis stay on campus with me for a week! Booked a train&ferry ticket just now... everything is rocking seriousely now! Parents gone.... thinking about having a festival in the garden, with lots of mud and tents :). Mummy would be pleased.
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[09 Aug 2004|04:21pm] |
The people who know me, will most likely know about my fear for calling. It’s dreadful. I despise it. Don’t ask me why, but I do. When I went to a temp agency earlier this year, I made a point about not getting a job where I would find myself in a position of having to use the phone. When I worked at an office for a year, right after graduating, I simply refused to pick up a phone.
I’m getting better though. Phones are highly annoying, but no longer an enemy. I dont find myself sitting in a chair anymore, my body stiffened and dark pupils enlarged with fear as the phone lays on the desk in front of me, untouched. Or shaking shily on top of the throdding veins as they almost pierce through the pale flesh of my bare fingers. No, these days, I can proudly announce I can deal with it. How long this feeling will last, is yet unknown to me, but I doubt the phone will get back to my ‘this will be the path that leads to my death’ category.
The reason is my recent phoning-invasion, which suddenly came upon me. In eager expectation of hearing from MDX, not knowing whether they had indeed received my confirmation of attending uni and my application for accommodation since it had already been weeks since I had sent it to them, I decided to call them at once. Yes, without any hesitation, but the suspence was killing me and fed me with a blind strength (...to add a slight dramatic touch). I called London, spoke a foreign language and on top of that, they told me it was all fine. So I jumped into the air a few times, felt a little superior to my previous self (and the rest of the world of course) and got on. The next day I was shopping with my niece in Amsterdam and after I had bought a bunch of cute little colourful socks at H&M and met someone who had come straight from a lightbulb (according to himself), I got a phonecall. Middlesex accommodation office. Whoaa. Credit card had been declined. Now that was very uncool. Especially because it’s the only credit card this family owns. Fortunately we soon found out what was wrong. This small but magical piece of plastic hadn’t yet been activated (never been used before) and thus, after a short phonecall it was all taken care of. Goodies. So the next day I had to call MDX again (getting good at it) and gave them the info again. What a small adventure, it was just a scream!
That brings me to work. Yes, I have been working as well. (And will Thursday, when I get to fulfill my dream and impersonate a stewardess). I had a darn pretty fine shoot on top of a BMW with a BMX boy stunting in front of me. Highlights of the day: shooting at this ’spotting-place’ at the airport and seeing people with no live or what so ever carrying expensive binoculars around and wachting airplanes take off and land. All day long. Another memorable moment was when I got to stand on this huge cement sewer-pipe while the wind was gaining strengh and forced its way through me and o yea, I was standing on one leg. Everytime I had to do something like that (call it an eyebrow-raising moment) I told them to give me a McFlurry. At the end of the day they owed me 2 Menus, fries and 5 McFlurries.
Unfortunately, they didnt all appreciate my sarcastic humor. When I met up with my supa-dupa buddy Iekeliene in Amsterdam yesterday, she told me that she had worked with the same stylist the day before and that she had said I was ‘difficult to work with’. Hmm, I guess people have the tendency not to get me. Maybe I should from now on start informing people that they shouldn’t take anything I say serious. Might help.
I will add that this whole post is supposed to be taken as a big gathering a sarcastic sentenses. Just to be clear about it.
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[21 Jun 2004|11:15am] |
i decided to draw a PICTURE of my future husband! this is what he should like like if he was Japanese :) :) :)
i know he looks all dark and angry but he isnt supposed to look like that... all the time.
my mom wasnt to charmed by his unparalleled looks though :( he reminded her too much of Spike from Buffy. and my sister didnt seem too excited eighter...
i drew the bold headed image first, which is the one i showed them, ignore the fact that he doesnt have any hair. i decided to draw him again, and, just because he's Asian, he's allowed to have long hair :)
so if you ever see a guy who looks like him, LET ME KNOW! you've found my FUTURE HUSBAND! :)
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why does it always suck to go home? the fun thing is that im home alone-my parents are on vacation, though they'll be home tomorrow, taking my sister along with them. it makes me even more excited to know that ill have my OWN home in september... cant wait to get out of here.
london was great. the job on wednesday went fine... fast too. it was pretty awful that i had to lie to these people and tell them i was shooting for The Face, pretending i didn't get any details yet. i hate to lie.
i spent a looong time at paparazzi after... me and mo both felt tired, can i say, groggy? i dont even know what the word exactly means, but it feels like the right word... :)
iekje [iekeliene] and i met up after her job... look at how much she rocks!!
 
 
look at the cute little teddy bear she gave me! :)
the night on the bus was GREAT FUN! [note my sarcastic capitals] i couldnt really sleep.. then we had to get off the bus somewhere around 3 in the morning because we took the ferry instead of the chunnel to dover.
arrived in london a little after 7. called my mom and went straight for Hyde Park to see if my Eddie Murphy bum was still there. i checked out the tunnels but he wasnt there anymore! :( probably has to do with the fact that the last time i was there and saw him, was about 1,5 years ago. im wondering where he is right now. last time i really wished i could take him home! lol, if he only knew somebody still remembered him like that...
i checked my email and YEAH!!! Dana send me her details+phonenumber... i got so excited straight away!
seeing agencies was depressing, they all turned me down that day. great repeating of history.
I even got to my Open Day at Middlesex late, isn't that retarded? the whole reason i come to London is to go to that open day and then im late! o well, i only missed the Head's speech so it probably wasn't that interesting anyways. the campus was farther away than i had anticipated, but i was happy to actually find it! but then i guess Universities are kinf od hard to overlook. since they have the tendacy to exist of numerous buildings and are usually decorated with large signs that say 'Middlesex University' or any other name that might apply.
on the pictures in the prospectus the campus looked all cutting-edge, big and modern, but the building was almost falling apart, hahah. i got a little tour and went to the Creative Writing speech. the woman was just telling how Tottenham campus was going to close down in about a year [which would be the start of my second year] and we would move to Trent Park. dont really mind about that, they told me Trent Park was farther away from the center of london, but its gorgeous. i was one of the only people actually asking question and staying longer [im usually quiet but hey, i didnt come all the way for nothing?] it was cool, the people were nice. me and this other guy even got our little privite tour to see the halls of residence, who looked pretty ok. standard and dull but good enough to make something nice of it!
no time to go to Cat Hill campus though, for the Film Studies, but thats ok.
look and the main building and one of the hallsof residence at Tottenham:
 
my bags were starting to bug me... i called Dana from the station and we started screaming on the phone! hahah, so i went straight to her place. i was so excited to see her. we hugged for the longest time! :D
she shares the flat with 4 or five other girls, but she told me i could stay there! i really didn't feel like going to find a hostel that night, so it was pretty cool. i ended up staying there the whole time, it was the best thing! i loved seeing her again :)
more agencies the next day. i decided to go to Isis, cause i figured they might like me. which they did. i was 'cool stuff' according the guy that took some pictures. they were going to talk about me. :)
so i planned on visiting St. Mary's College and Kingston that afternoon, but ended up just going to St. Mary's. i was afraid they wouldn't even let me in, because you normally needed a student-pass to get past security at Middlesex. i walked all the way around the St. Mary's campus until i found the entrance. it took forever :/. the neighberhood was so pretty it was almost nauseating! i know my mom would tell me to got there if she'd been there!
it was weird walking around there, with all the student being there, i wonder if they knew i didn't quiet belong there, since i tend to stand out of a crowd. i found the reception after a long time, got send to registry fot more detailed module information. there they started calling the department people, because they only had the prospectus there. it was so sweet. i hadnt at all expected to be able to actually speak to anybody, but this lady came to get me and we later had coffee with another prof outside in the sun. they were so surprised i just showed up like that, it was pretty funny. they showed me the building a little and told me how there were always people filmimg because it was so beautiful. 3 people escorted me to the head of the department after all that, so that i could speak with him too. i got a huge book with all the modules in it and read a story by a second year student. the people were so nice, it was great! unfortunately the film&television people werent there. they told i should come back the next day, but i already knew i wouldnt have time to do so.
look at how pretty the campus is:
    
pretty hall and special room. there was another room that was even more gorgeous, but there were people when i wanted to take a picture so i decide not too.
 
Friday, i got pretty pissed off because i didnt get the cosmo job that i was on option for, which sucked ass.
i went to Kingston though. i dicided to visit Brunel too and after that go to Middlesex's Trent Park and Cat Hill campusses because i figured ill be spending lots of time there too, if i decide to go to Middlesex. it did mean taking a train to the south first, then to the west and then up north again. and trust me, these universities are not anywhere near the center of london.
but it was my last day so i went for it.
check out Kingston:
pretty straight forward. i got a map and some module information. [and of course no Film people]. i walked around... saw the same hallways a dozen times :) was fun. tried to get on a computer to check my email, but i needed a student code :(.
o my god, i almost lost my book! yeah, my portfolio! i was waiting for my train to get me to Brunel, when i went into this store to get some snacks.. and i left it on top of the icecream cooler. paid for the stuff and walk all the way to the pther side of the station to go to this other store, walk back to get to the right platform when suddenly i notice i miss something. argghhh!! my BOOK!! i get all sweaty... where could i possibly have left that thing?? so i go back to WHSmith and see it still lying there on the cooler.. i was so relieved! ALL my original pictures are in there, plus my 11 pound travelcard! couldnt believe i just left it there, but i got it so... phew!
Brunel was HUGE! i had expected all the campusses to be of that size, but they weren't. actually it was bigger than i had expected all of them to be. and then to imagin Brunel has 2 other campusses! but ahh! they had the best looking guys! hahah, i never look at guys but it was kind of obvious. honestly, England is the only place that has guys i like :) :) :D. go me. i saw the cutest asian guy in front of the library :d. the place was crowded though. i went to the arts department but the reception was closed so i didnt even bother getting further info. Brunel, unfortunately, doesnt have the exact courses i want to take [english instead of creative writing] so i wont be going. too bad for the asian guy and me.
i didnt even take a picture because it was so crowded.
at 6 at night i still to go all the way north to find Trent Park and Cat Hill, who are fortunately very near each other. it took forever on the tube, but i made it. maybe it was good i got there so late, even security had left! i walked miles on this private lane to get to Trent Park. theres a Middlesex bus for the students to get to the station and to Cat Hill, but i didnt dare trying to get on it. i just walked. it was far though, but pretty! it was like walking in the middle of a forest.
look at this:
the campus was deserted, but gorgeous!! i would spend my second and third year there. too bad i dont get to live on campus then.
look at the 'back yard'. the pretty building is the reception. the other buildings werent that special.
     
the walk to Cat Hill was HELL. that book is so heavy, annoying. then the gates were closed, note the beautiful picture i took of it. hahah, this is all i saw:
 
Saturday was great! i went to the coach station first to get my ticket for that night. yes, me and 500 others. stood in line forever and of course the bus was bookes for that night. so i got one at 8 the next morning.
when i called Dana she told me we were going out with her roommates that night. woohoo! ok, im embarresed to say i liked the prospect of going out. dont hit me.
Dana and i met up at Portobello Road. i saw the BEST mickey mouse t-shirt but it was quite tight, so i didnt buy it. i still dont get why they have so many clothes only made in one size. if they're already tight on me, how are they supposed to fit anybody else? near the end of the street, when we were already walking back, i saw a stand with pocket watches.
i got so excited because ive been wanting these things for the longest time!!! we both got the same ones, theyre gorgeous! the best thing i bought in ages.
i filmed Dana in front of her SISLEY campaign picture that she'd seen at the Sisley store that day. look at her being sexy! too bad i never took a picture of her photo in Milan, the picture was better and even bigger!
on the bus and dana looking tough before going out and sexy after putting on her heels:
  
nothing special for me. i wore the same clothes id been wearing the previous few days. with my casting heels :). i was still pretty cute though ;)
that night these pr type of guys showed up around 8[!]. early yes. they ended up cooking at the flat with the two other models they brought! but they were really nice. and they had AWESOME cars! ok, i really dont care about cars but come on, one of the cars was a YELLOW CADILLAC! fuck yeah! this guy Elo used to be a model but found out how much money is in movies. he was an extra once and got about 300 for the day. then found out the cars got 650 per day. hahah, so now he has about 38 cars and is making quite some money with that. imagine he sometimes has a couple of his cars on sets for a few weeks at a time. $$$!
we went out to Wellington i believe. hiphop place so it was fun. dana wanted me to drink with her so.... :x yeah. bad me.
one of the guys, Mo, kind of liked me. weird people. can you believe i met another Mo?
actally dana and i found out that he knows Emmanuel, the photographer me and dana stayed with in Paris. small world.
i got holes in my cute top :/ and stains. but i dont really care that much.
so we went to Pandea or something after that which was quite big but cool as well. and of course free drinks everywhere :p. hahah, sometimes being a model rocks ;).
FUCKED UP SHIT: somebody stole Dana's camera.. it was the worst thing. somebody just took it in the bathroom when she turned around for one second. i cant believe anyone could do that! i feel so bad for her. she had pictures of over a year on that camera and never downloaded them onto a computer :(
the night ended at somebodys big ass appartment where we ate chinese! can you believe it?
they even took me to victoria coach station in the morning! jumped almost right from the club onto the bus :D. funny stuff. it was great how everybody kept looking at our pimp ride throughout the night :p. ha HA!
the coolest thing is that i now know people who can take me to good clubs in london and might even pick me up and take me home :p
so i left when i was just starting to have fun! :(
hope to come back soon :)so boring though. but it has made me realise that i WILL definately have fun when ill be in uni in london :p. cant hardly wait :)
i still dont know where ill go though
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my last week in milan.. :( blessed with a lot of rain! it was raining practically the whole week..
on Tuesday afternoon i met up with Ryan in front of Hollywood. we ended up going to Blockbusters (major dvd rent place they have on every single streetcorner in milan) to get the movie for Sunday movienight.. so since it would be my last night, they told me i could choose!! i wanted to see thirteen, which they were not TOO excited about, hahah. they told me it would be my fault if no-one showed up.. hahah, as if i would care! i dont work at hollywood :p. they didn't get the dvd yet cause it was too early, it would cost too much, but me made all these posters to hang around the model residences and all..
Christian and Ryan later drove me to this far-away casting while it was raining cats and dogs... it was awful!! Christian bought me the BEST pie/cake thingy EVER! it tasted so good!
that night, me, Jenna&Carla went along with the Hollywood people to San Marco, the same restaurant the Toqueville people had taken us to last weekend. it was nice. i had a conversation with Flavio about the 2 girls he liked at the moment, Eline and Ricky. it was pretty funny :). i would love to see him get caught, hahah! of course the night was good: Hollywood hiphop night!
man, id been eating so much that week. all the late night diners.. boring moments at home. the whole not-working-thing kind of adds to it as well. i had the best luch at Yguanas again. i didn't have a card to get in, but the owner gave them to me and Stefanie, so we could eat anyways. they have the best buffet with all kinds of food, plus the best fruit! another day me and Carla went to San Marco, apparently they have free lunches too. when i found out i could order pizza, i got just a bit too excited and ordered one and yes, ate a whole pizza for lunch.. was yummie though :).
i bought a shitload of cookies too. one of the bags was a 1kg bag full of cookies, simple ones but they were so good. i had the best cakes too, i ate so much that weekend! carla went out too, to buy cookies, it was so much fun. Jenna left on Wednesday, so it was just us and the cookies!
Louisiana was good too. Me and Carla didn't eat too much of the buffet the times we went there, but we had Ryan order us FRIES(!!) and CHEESECAKE or BROWNIES. too much good food.
in the meanwhile, i had found out that i was flying back on Tuesday. i wanted to go on Monday but then i still had an option for some stupid hairshow that i didn't want to do and of course didn't get cause they wanted to cut my hair (asses), but then it was too late, they'd already booked. o well.
Friday Mexican food with Giacomo. when we went to Toqueville, Christian came too (not my skater/hollywood pr friend christian but some other guy). he's kind of annoying. always kissing me on the cheeks, putting his arms around me. and just like Giacomo, when they dance they basically want to rub their genitals against your leg, while consistently making the same movement. highly annoying. i just want to dance. Toqueville is shitty like that. there is no-one to dance with. at Hollywood there is always a group of people that i know who are dancing and if you dont feel like it, there is always someone sitting down or getting drinks.
Carla&i convinced Giacomo to take us to Old Fashion after. it was crowded us Giacomo bugged the hell out of me. we didn't stay long. ended up at Hollywood as usual! same thing as always there so i didn't even have much fun :o.
the only funny thing was that Flavio told me he got caught :p. yep, the girls found out about each other, hahah. his story was a bit unclear to me though, first talking about Eline and Ricky and then just referring to 'she' without me getting which 'she' he was talking about. doesn't matter. it was pretty funny. so he was kind of fighting with eline (solved already).. and made things okay with Ricky. i had already told him to go for Ricky cause they seem to really get along, eline just seems like a girl for a small adventure ;)
Saturday me and Carla went to the park for a little. how boring. we went with Ryan to his house, ate some icecream and some candy... how bad of us! we told ourselves to stay out of the house the whole day, because otherwise we would just be eating the cookies all day long! i had a shoot the next day (yes, some crazy guy actually booked me! ;)) so i didn't want to eat so much. i was pretty good though. Hollywood was one of the sponsers to some big kickboxing event to we went there that night. hahah, i was already envisioning sweat, blood and mud but everything was pretty clean :(. and boring too! first some girls fought, then we saw several matches with men. during one game two started bleeding and when it didn't stop, they called off the game :/. then later one guy just suddenly falls on the floor. so people start running up to him and he just lays there. after a while he fortunately stands up again and seems pretty okay but that was kind of scary! i didn't come to Louisiana&Hollywood after, but went home.
Sunday beauty editorial job. actually the guy was just planning on selling it to D magazine. 8 models, each one picture. he wanted to do some pairs too but ran out of time. a lot of waiting but i didn't really care. i know some of the other models were pretty pissed though. we went to some indoor swimming pool and they just gave us a string to wear while he took pictures of our heads in the water. it was pretty funny though. i just didn't get why they let the male models stay there and watch us lying in the pool almost naked. the models were really nice though. one of the guys, Juan, i had met last summer in Athens. he came up to me and told me i had changed somehow... so i just nod, not thinking about it when an hour later i realise its the hair! hahah, i still had long dark hair when we worked together in greece.
i was talking to another model who was actually an actor and just started modelling, which was nice. we walked home together after the shoot.
the pictures will be too weird though. in postproduction the photographer will add tropical sunset to the background and such. he work is VERY over the top. not usable i am sure. still, i didnt really care.
[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<bsunday [...] out!</b>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] <span style="font-size:11;">my last week in milan.. :( blessed with a lot of <b>rain</b>! it was raining practically the whole week..
on Tuesday afternoon i met up with Ryan in front of Hollywood. we ended up going to Blockbusters (major dvd rent place they have on every single streetcorner in milan) to get the movie for Sunday movienight.. so since it would be my last night, they told me i could choose!! i wanted to see <b>thirteen</b>, which they were not TOO excited about, hahah. they told me it would be my fault if no-one showed up.. hahah, as if i would care! i dont work at hollywood :p. they didn't get the dvd yet cause it was too early, it would cost too much, but me made all these posters to hang around the model residences and all..
Christian and Ryan later drove me to this far-away casting while it was raining cats and dogs... it was awful!! Christian bought me the BEST pie/cake thingy EVER! it tasted so good!
that <b>night</b>, me, Jenna&Carla went along with the Hollywood people to <b>San Marco</b>, the same restaurant the Toqueville people had taken us to last weekend. it was nice. i had a conversation with Flavio about the 2 girls he liked at the moment, Eline and Ricky. it was pretty funny :). i would love to see him get caught, hahah! of course the night was good: <b>Hollywood hiphop night</b>!
man, id been eating so much that week. all the late night diners.. boring moments at home. the whole not-working-thing kind of adds to it as well. i had the best luch at <b>Yguanas</b> again. i didn't have a card to get in, but the owner gave them to me and Stefanie, so we could eat anyways. they have the best buffet with all kinds of food, plus the best fruit! another day me and Carla went to San Marco, apparently they have free lunches too. when i found out i could order pizza, i got just a bit too excited and ordered one and yes, ate a whole pizza for lunch.. was yummie though :).
i bought a shitload of cookies too. one of the bags was a 1kg bag full of cookies, simple ones but they were so good. i had the best cakes too, i ate so much that weekend! carla went out too, to buy cookies, it was so much fun. Jenna left on Wednesday, so it was just us and the cookies!
<b>Louisiana</b> was good too. Me and Carla didn't eat too much of the buffet the times we went there, but we had Ryan order us FRIES(!!) and CHEESECAKE or BROWNIES. too much good food.
in the meanwhile, i had found out that i was flying back on Tuesday. i wanted to go on Monday but then i still had an option for some stupid hairshow that i didn't want to do and of course didn't get cause they wanted to cut my hair (asses), but then it was too late, they'd already booked. o well.
<b>Friday Mexican food</b> with Giacomo. when we went to Toqueville, Christian came too (not my skater/hollywood pr friend christian but some other guy). he's kind of annoying. always kissing me on the cheeks, putting his arms around me. and just like Giacomo, when they dance they basically want to rub their genitals against your leg, while consistently making the same movement. highly annoying. i just want to dance. Toqueville is shitty like that. there is no-one to dance with. at Hollywood there is always a group of people that i know who are dancing and if you dont feel like it, there is always someone sitting down or getting drinks.
Carla&i convinced Giacomo to take us to Old Fashion after. it was crowded us Giacomo bugged the hell out of me. we didn't stay long. ended up at <b>Hollywood</b> as usual! same thing as always there so i didn't even have much fun :o.
the only funny thing was that Flavio told me he got caught :p. yep, the girls found out about each other, hahah. his story was a bit unclear to me though, first talking about Eline and Ricky and then just referring to 'she' without me getting which 'she' he was talking about. doesn't matter. it was pretty funny. so he was kind of fighting with eline (solved already).. and made things okay with Ricky. i had already told him to go for Ricky cause they seem to really get along, eline just seems like a girl for a small adventure ;)
<b>Saturday</b> me and Carla went to the park for a little. how boring. we went with Ryan to his house, ate some icecream and some candy... how bad of us! we told ourselves to stay out of the house the whole day, because otherwise we would just be eating the cookies all day long! i had a shoot the next day (yes, some crazy guy actually booked me! ;)) so i didn't want to eat so much. i was pretty good though. Hollywood was one of the sponsers to some big <b>kickboxing</b> event to we went there that night. hahah, i was already envisioning sweat, blood and mud but everything was pretty clean :(. and boring too! first some girls fought, then we saw several matches with men. during one game two started bleeding and when it didn't stop, they called off the game :/. then later one guy just suddenly falls on the floor. so people start running up to him and he just lays there. after a while he fortunately stands up again and seems pretty okay but that was kind of scary! i didn't come to Louisiana&Hollywood after, but went home.
<b>Sunday beauty editorial job</b>. actually the guy was just planning on selling it to D magazine. 8 models, each one picture. he wanted to do some pairs too but ran out of time. a lot of waiting but i didn't really care. i know some of the other models were pretty pissed though. we went to some indoor swimming pool and they just gave us a string to wear while he took pictures of our heads in the water. it was pretty funny though. i just didn't get why they let the male models stay there and watch us lying in the pool almost naked. the models were really nice though. one of the guys, Juan, i had met last summer in Athens. he came up to me and told me i had changed somehow... so i just nod, not thinking about it when an hour later i realise its the hair! hahah, i still had long dark hair when we worked together in greece.
i was talking to another model who was actually an actor and just started modelling, which was nice. we walked home together after the shoot.
the pictures will be too weird though. in postproduction the photographer will add tropical sunset to the background and such. he work is VERY over the top. not usable i am sure. still, i didnt really care.
<bSunday my last night out!</b>
we finished on time, so i could catch my buffet at casablanca.. :d was excited to go but when i got there i just got a little depressed.. my last night! :(. tonight i was planning on taking pictures of EVERYONE (finally my flavio picture...!) i had been carrying around my camera way too often already, without taking pictures, because i didn't dare to, but this was to be THE NIGHT! i really hate walking around asking people to take pictures of them so i was pretty nervous about it. that why i had decided to GET DRUNK on time! pretty pathetic, i know, but i knew it would be a good solution... so after some considering i decided to get one drink before the movie... hahah. it was a comedie (i knew something would happen and they wouldnt get thirteen: the guy ricky who was supposed to forgot, of course, so ryan took Old School with him) so it would be ok! no t that one drink gets me that drunk, but i still felt it, got me kind of warm inside. Carla was going to be my personal photographer, flashing my camera throughout the night, hahah! the suddenly, at Casablanca she tells me she wouldn't be there to help me out! Arghh! made me mooooore depressed! she would leave before the movie ended, cause Ricky was taking her along to diner with some AC Milan players... poor me! im too shy to take pics of people myself :(. so i asked Ryan if he could help me out a little so i felt less nervous...
movie was funny, but a bit too much for me. i got another vodka coke with my pizza... got drunk! so i was talking to people, which was nice. Annie took a lot of pictures of me with all these people i know, it was great. Stitch, the DJ was funny. he always looks at me with this big smile...everybody is so nice at Hollywood!
<b>Max</b>, one of the owners, told me about his trip to Holland last week. He was there around Queens Day for a week, didn't sleep at all, but stayed at the penthouse of the Amstel Hotel with some friends i think and hung out with <b>George Clooney and Brad Pitt</b>. They were in Holland for a movie and he knows them.. they come to Hollywood when they're in Milan too. That must've been THE BEST week ever!
So i got pictures of everybody, im so happy!! unfortunately i dont have any of Dada, and Davide and Fatah, who just quit being prs for Hollywood didn't show, so no pics of them! that kind of sucks..
Annie was surprised when i told her i didn't have pics of <b>Flavio</b> yet. Im so glad i was drunk! hahah!! Flavio was standing at the bar so i walked up to him and told him i needed to take his pictures and he was like: take it then. woot woot. annie took our pic, and i took one of Flavio by himself. i so hope the pictures will be ok! it was a simple cheap disposable camera... i cant wait to have them developed!
i took a few pictures of people dancing too, later that night...finished the roll!
Max gave me too much drinks. including the one at casablanca, i had 2,5 vodka cokes and i knew i had to stop! being drunk was funny again. im just more social. it kind of sucks that i know this now, because i dont want to drink alcohol in general. the music was shit in the beginning (doesn't get any good until Stitch is on after 2, 2:30) so i started talking to this british photographer. i had seen him talking to Annie and Candice before, so i knew he would be ok. so after talking to him for a looong time, i felt i was sobering up. he noticed the same thing! he said, i think you need another drink because youre gradually speaking less and less. the thing is that i dont start talking crap all the time when im drunk, i just socialise more, am more open. i went to ryan and told him i wanted to go on speaking with my photographer but i was sobering up so i needed another drink. funny stuff. had 2 more. that was it.
so i was telling the brit dude how i had my first kiss here and that the guy who id kissed was Flavio. at one point, Umberto walks by and says goodbye to me and he asks me whether that was Flavio. apparently he didn't really know who he was, so i tell him its the Brazilian with the bandana... then he suddenly stands up and walks away saying: O MY GOD!!!! it was the most hilarious thing ever. he really does NOT like Flavio at all. he told me he was talking throughout the whole movie one time and he was just so annoyed by him. he thought he was the most obnoxious and arrogant person ever.... (give me a second, im honestly laughing my pants off here!!) i love how everybody hates him. though there are enough people who do like him, i have to say! he might be a bad guy, but he's ok. you just got to know what you can expect of him. i still like him though :)
well, i liked talking to the brit guy, he was nice. he left early, around 3 i guess so i started dancing! it was major fun! i had to leave around 5 :( with ryan and laura, otherwise i wouldn't have a ride home.. though i knew the club would close down in less than an hour anyways. i said goodbye to lots of people. get into the vip for the last time to say goodbye to Max (snif snif). just when i went out i saw Flavio and walked to him to say goodbye. We were standing real close to each other, his face in my neck! i so knew he was going to do that! i just knew he was going to get flirty right before i left! i liked it though :o. :P
he asked me what i would be doing the next day and whether i was still drunk (yes!). dont really understand why he asked me that, but gave him kisses (people were waiting for me) and say byeeeee..... :(
i feel so sad about it!!!!!
i still did castings on Monday. had a callback for a trip the next day and went to Mondadori for that... yea, me along with 40 other girls. so no, i didn't get the job! said goodbye to the agency (they couldve been more excited...). spent an hour putting all these new phonenumbers in my own phone. i still marvel at the fact that i know so many people. and so many males! haha.
i was supposed to see ryan that day, but he was sick.. no proper goodbye but we'll email.
i though Mondaynight would be dead, but i ended up going to <b>Old Fashion</b> with Stefanie and Carla. The food was okay, but i hate how we dont always get desert. or you have to specifically ask for it. the music was nice though, just a bit too slow sometimes. but its hiphop and r&b so its nice.
Stefanie told me how Flavio told her about how he helped me out when i got drunk that time. he had used the expression that he 'held my hair' and how funny it was that he said that. i really didn't get it in the beginning... i mean, i have no hair to hold, but why's that funny?? so after a while ahe tells me that its an expression (didn't know that) but that it was just so funny that he used that while i have no hair to hold. it just kept me laughing thinking of it all night long :D. the rest was kind of boring. for the first time i got so tired while being there, i felt drunk with sleep. we left around 2. Stefanie had to leave around 4 that morning (though at least she has the prospect of coming back in a week, lucky girl!).
So now im home. i am already annoyed by everything. i really dont belong here anymore. i walk around thinking: 'o... fuck this' all the time. everything is just so stupid. what am i doing here?? i spoke with Mo this morning. London is being a bitch. i really have to go there and they like me, but they're not sure about my personality. what a shit... its just stressing me out. now it doesn't look like ill be able to go anywhere before the 25th... and i need to be there on the 26th. Fuck. this shit is annoying. (sorry for my continuous cursing all the time). but then i have to be in amsterdam June 12th, so i will have to travel back&forth again. oooo i just hope i can go. i just need an agency!! dana will be in london from the 15th i think. i would hate to miss her again! we're both really looking forward to the prosect of seeing each other again, i dont want to fuck this up. let me go to london and work the hell out of there! |
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its been a CRAZY WEEK. going out every possible night: from tuesday to sunday.
i didnt even end up gping to toqueville that friday. Ryan called me and all the prs were going to executive lounge for food and i decided to come along. i figured it would be better cause i knew the people, didn't know the place and knew i would have a good time. the place was great, the food good, hollywood afterwards was good too.
Saturday though, i did decide to come along with Jenna and Carla to Toqueville. i was planning on coming to Hollywood later, but it turned out a little different. We went for dinner. some models, this guy called christian i know from hollywood and the prs Collado and Giacomo. Italian food! it was very nice!! Toqueville was okay.. i cant really compare it to hollywood because i know everyone there so it almost feels like home. it was nice though, but they changed the music soon which sucked. i was dancing with christian and giacomo... christian was kissing me on the cheeks all the time, got kind of irritating i have to say.. :/
i told giacomo that id already been here for 6 months but hadnt anywhere else but hollywood. then he told me he would show me some other clubs too! so after Toqueville we got the car, lost Carla and Jenna, so it was just me and giacomo and went to.. Shocking. the music chsnged the minute we got in though, so we got stuck with shitty disco music or whatever they call it. Shocking is big though, it wasn't too busy, maybe because of the weather. We left shortly after and went to Souls to soul some hiphop bar/club. it was nice. but giacomo was a little drunk and was kind of all over me which was annoying so we didn't stay very long. we were supposed to go to some gay club, but he ended up just dropping me off at Hollywood, because two other guys came along with us and he figured oit wouldn't be much fun for me to be in a gay club with two guys! :p
so i got to hollywood at 5 am.. ryan had already left! hahah, its good NOT to show up for one day because everybody was excited to say hi to me! of course jenna and carla were there. these girls can be so weird.. they're so unclear sometimes. actually all the time. i can never get a straight answer from them. i still dont really know why they suddenly disapeared in the parking garage. :/
after an hour or so, when everybody left, i got outside where evrybody was waiting, when flavio looks at me with this half-smiling intense glance and says: 'you have to stop talking about me,' and im quite taken aback, saying: 'im not talking about you.'
so he tells me elena and ricky told him that.. and i explain about elena. OKAY. So those stupid little $*&% have been telling him that ive been talking about him. WHAT THE FUCK! this really upsets me. i haven even really been talking about him.. it was closer to 'randomly mentioning someone in a conversation'. what a shit.
ricky and i were talking a little on friday. she and flavio are spending A LOT of time together talking, which she doesn't mind, but she told me she also wants to just spend some time with the girls. so i stayed with her now and then. i remember her asking me whether i thought flavio was a stereotypical pr, which i answered ( with yes ;) ) but thats about it. not worth mentioning to anybody. trust me, i would never talk shit about anybody and i have nothing against flavio so this is really fucked up.
elena is a different story though. i saw them that same night, all over each other, and i was pretty sure they were kissing.. a couple of times. this girl is from holland too. from the same agency and everything. so she said hi and i told het she was kissing the same boy i was kissing before. well, i shouldve NEVER said anything about it! i regretted it before it actually came out of my mouth.. but its too late.
she's like: 'who?'
me: 'flavio!'
she: 'noooo im not kissing flavio, im just kissing some ass here, talking to people. no, i have a boyfriend at home, im not interested in kissing anybody here, bla blablah.'
so.. obviousely she felt the need to tell flavio about this, which i really do not understand. i dont get these girls... its so stupid. i told flavio about me and joy coming home with great stories, telling them to our agency and that it would be quite funny if we were kissing the same pr here...
I was pretty pissed about the whole thing. i hate being in this situation. Flavio isn't really angry or anything but i feel pretty stupid.
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Sunday buffet at Casablanca.. GOOOOD!! i ate so much! ive been eating quite a lot here, its so bad! then movie and pizza at Hollywood afterwards.
it was pretty funny when i went to the bathroom before the movie.. the boys and girls bathrooms are divided by this big mirror, which actually IS a mirror on the boys side, but a window on the girls. so we can see anything they do there :p. so im washing my hands when flavio suddenly comes out, still zipping up everything and im thinking: i dont need to see this! then suddenly, after he washed his hands, he looks up and looks straight at me. so im pretty much rooted to the spot. HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE ME AT ALL! then he throws water at me and leaves.. AHHH! i was pretty embarressed... it was funny though. i think he saw me because the light must've been on.. its usually dark. :)
called paparazzi today. Mo isn't in this week.. he's in Rome! i talked to Barbara and im probably coming home next Monday. i dont really want to leave.. i miss Hollywood and all the people already!! i bought a disposable camera and i will take pictures of everybody before i leave.. :(.
barbara will contact Mo about london. Dana is coming there next week! i hope to be there the week after so that we can finally see each other!! :D it will be the best thing!
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im still waiting for Mo to call me, but i still haven't heard anything from him. i emailed paparazzi two days ago, asking them to call me, and Joy went to the agency yesterday and asked them the same thing on my behalf, but... nothing! i want to tell them that my parents are on vacation next week and that there wont be much use for me coming back to an empty house. i wouldn't mind going straight to london somewhere next week. i hope they're arranging things.
Dana just emailed me and told me she wont be coming to milan anymore, but she is going to london! i really want to spend time with her again, we haven't seen each other in ages..
Tuesdaynight Ryan took me out for pizza.. finally real italian food! it wasn't a pr dinner, just a friend thing.. just us and Laura. I was the only one eating actually, but it was nice.
Tuesdaynight hiphopnight at Hollywood so i wore my mini-skirt again! quite a head-turner i must say. i was dancing with 5 different guys that night! hahah and i hate dancing with guys. but i knew all of them, or i, at least, knew that they were close friends with the people i was with. i am really not going to dance with random people in the club, i hate that.
i had one vodka-coke, drinking is really addictive. the bright side for me, is probably that i dont want to drink more than maybe 2 glasses anyways and since 2 glasses dont really get me drunk enough, theres no real use of me drinking at all. so no alcohol for me. (why do i keep saying that?)
i stayed all night, got home around 5 in the morning. i had two castings the nxt day (though i got one more during the day..) and i had to catch the but to Mandadori at 10:05. i didn't care about that though.. im not working, i dont mind sleeping for just two hours one day.. If i know i wont be getting much sleep, my body just wakes up on time and feels relatively fit no matter what.
So i was in bed at 6. my alarm set at 8:15. i woke up at 7:30 with a bad cough that ive been having for some days now. went back to sleep 15 minutes later and awoke from my phone ringing. Dario. calling me about another casting. so i tell him im still at the residence so that he can send the details by fax, when at the same time i realize its 09:45!! i hang up and thin: FUCK my but leaves in 20 minutes and it takes 45 minutes to even get to the bus!! so i call dario, tell him im missing the bus because i overslept and he's like.. yeah, i know! i was so scared he would freak out, but he wasn't angry at all. just told me i could get the next but at 11:05. i know sofie got in trouble because the agency found out she was going out every night and i didn't want to get into any trouble. well, i made the bus, the casting, dario was proud of me when i called him from mondadori, hahah! he's a nice guy. he knows in going out... but he hasn't said anything about it so its ok.
i did my other two castings, went fine.
i called Ryan when he was at hollywood during the day.. so i told to him and have him say hi to Flavio for me, because he sitting right next to him. i didn't really hear anything very well and it came across to me that flavio was like: 'yeah, hi back' in this 'whatever' way. so i told Ryan to hit him when suddenly Flavio takes the phone and is like: hit me? hit me? he said some stuff i couldn't hear and then continued: 'you mean SPANK me!'. Hahah! yeah right! he wishes! it was pretty funny. i didnt end up going to hollywood, because it was too late, ryan said he would leave soon. :/
My roommate left that day.
So i was supposed to go out for dinner that Wednesday at Casablanca with Candice but she called off around 8, because she didn't have enough people.. So i started to make my own dinner when Carla calls me and tells me she's going with Ryan to Louisiana. So i decide to come along, eventhough i was already eating.. i hate how they go out for dinner that late. i am used to eat at 17:30, so i basically end up eating twice every night i go out for dinner.
Lousiana was okay.. Carla came along too. i cannot believe i will have gone out every night of this week after sunday..! ive never gone out on wednesday and it was crazy! Gay-night at Hollywood!! the transvestites kind of freaked me out, i dont know why... the music sucked of course, so i stayed at the vip-room because they played r&b there. went home early of course, but it was fun to have seen the wednesday crowd!
I started sending text messages to Iekeliene in Paris. i didn't think of it before, but i have her number and it worked!! i havent spoken with her in quite some time.. and she was like: NO SHIT! i cant believe your text messaging me! i was so funny. she had just met this japanese guy on the street and went out with him!! (she knows i like japanese people.. i cant believe she went out with him though!) she said he looked like a cartoon figure too, just like herself, hahah!!
Thia morning she texted me and tells me he came home with her!! ahh! i cant believe it! she never even kissed a boy until 6 months ago and now she's already kisses about 6 guys!! (but nothing more of course..!) i wonder what he lookes like...
Tonight Lousiana again... its kind of boring but what the hell. i had to move in with Jenna and Carla today. The cleaning ladies took ALçL my stuff and moved it up when i was away. it kind of sucks, because its a big mess now and therea a lot of stuff thats not mine, but was left behind by all my past roommates! im just happy she didn't throw ANYTHING away! i was really afraid of that, because she might think some stuff is crap when in fact i really need it! now i dont feel like unpacking all that stuff.i miss my old room though... it was slightly different than this one.. different closets and all, o well.
Tomorrow ill come along with Jenna and Carla with prs from Toqueville for Mexican food. then i can finally check out another club! i cant believ ive been here for a month and a half and ive only been to Hollywood so far! and that while im going out so much!
Little personal thing I have to write down before i forget it:the best thing Flavio ever said to me when i spoke to him over the phone: 'you didn't come to the club yesterdaynight, you little shit.' hahah, it was pretty hilarious when he said that.
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the story continues...
i really have no life. i do castings and go to hollywood, hahah. i even keep on meeting all the prs in front of the club during the day.. fuck.
last Friday was a good day though. i went to casablanca with cristian, the nicest guy on the earth, a real skate-guy. carla came too and we picked up ilona and then flavio, because he doesn't have a car. oooo im so stupid, im still looking out for him all the time when im in the club, but i dont care. it gives me something to do :). so he sits next to me in the car and we talk a little. made me happy.
nothing much happened during the night, but christian and carla got completely fucked up. when flavio and i were ready to leave, carla and christian were kissing for about half an hour. and we were just standing there like: hmm, i guess we're not going home yet after all.
i actually took christians car keys and gave them to flavio, because i didn't want him to drive, but flavio ended up giving them back (thanks flavio). fortunately my residence is very nearby so i got home safe. the next day christian sends me a message: who did you come home with?
ehh.. with you?!!
he didn't remember anything. he didn't remember flavio being there at all. later flavio told him that after he dropped him off at his place, he crashed into some garbagebin.. now he has this scratch on the car! it was pretty funny to hear, but i really hate it when drunk people decide to drive anyways and i have no chopice but to get in the car.
Saturday was...hmmm okay. on Sunday i went with olga and sofie (two other dutch girls) to the skatepark with christian, but it got kind of cold and wasnt too interesting. we were late for the movie but... Ryan got back!! he's here for about a week, which is so cool. he came after the movie, so we hugged! it was so sweet.
the i had to say goodbye to Kevin.. he was leaving the next day. i feel so bad about not getting to hang out with him. he was supposed to call me about hanging out, but flavio wouldn't give him my number and he didn't want to get in between us. now he's going back to canada... but i hope to see him again when he goes to visit his sister somewhere in europe.
he told me that flavio came home with the ugliest russian girl the night before. hahah! i was just thinking: hmm, do i really want to know this or not? ehh, yeah!
im the first person he's ever met who's just like him.. i really really hope to see him again. he's such a nice guy. i gave his sister all his details and im going to email him.. :)
i still need to take flavios picture. i really need a picture of him. but its so stupid to ask. actually i want to take pictures of everybody. i think ill just take my camera with me on my last night and take pics of everyone...
i found out ive never known this many people in my life. i cannot believe im saying hi to so many people at hollywood... all the prs. its good for me though. to open up a little, dealing with people. even that dreadful socialising could be useful sometime :).
i just had the worst ever job yesterday. i had a casting in the morning, turned out the job was that afternoon. i missed important castings for that stupid job! the people didn't speak any english, it was so stupid! arghh!
so... imagine one of those hair magazines. the dreadful pictures with bad hair, ugly make-up, shitty models. well, that was me. the other two girl were italian and soooo ugly.
im sorry, i know ill sound extremely arrogant now, but im too good for those jobs. i mean, im with Women for gods sake! i cannot believe they even send us to these castings. as a matter of fact, no-one at Women is very happy, nobody is working, they're not pushing at all. they dont do anything. just send you to shitty castings. i need to see photographers, magazines, designers. but i go to hair castings and tv commercials. fuck. im so going to complain. i hope paparazzi will call me soon so i can vent!
today i spend time with ryan. we went to the park for a little bit, where all the brazilians are all the time. flavio is there every day. its so boring though, i stayed for half an hour and then went home. i hope to be eating some real italian pizza tonight, finally! i still haven't eaten pizza since i came here, so i told ryan i wanted some! tomorrow dinner with candice in casablanca, will be nice.
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| milan diaries VI: dont try this at home |
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o fuck, i got so FUCKED UP Saturdaynight.. I decided to GET DRUNK for the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. yes, im experiencing a lot of firsts here. ive never drunk alcohol in my life, i hate the flavour to it and i hate drunk people. i dont even like whine or champagne. but i figured, im in milan, already doing a LOT of things i never thought i'd be doing anyways, i thought i'd give it a shot. to see what all the fuzz is about.
Joy said she would take care of me, so there i was, in casablanca on Fridaynight, with my first ever glass filled with liquor in my hands, pineapple and vodka. yep, im a vodka-girl! the first few sips were okay, but the taste got worse and worse and, in order to actually get everything inside me, Joy told me to drink it all at once (hmmm..), pretty disgusting, but it worked. this is not really the way in which you should drink youre liquor, but for me, there was no other way. so i sat on the couch for half an hour, waiting for something to happen, for the room to start turning around me, people miraculousely multiplying. none of that all. just my head starting to weigh heavy. people told me not to lay down because i would fall asleep. well, i already didn't really get the point of getting drunk if you basically just start to feel tired and want to sleep. but it didn't matter, it was an experiment. everybody was kind of shocked to see me drink for the first time, because they all know i only drink water. they're all like: 'no no no, no alcohol for her! she doesn't drink.'
then the next stop: Hollywood. okay, give me a 'sex on the beach', because thats what all the girls here are drinking. FUCK that was gross. hahah, i liked the vodka better (go me). everybody told me the more i would drink, the better it would taste, or better: i just wouldn't taste much anymore after a while. well forget about it. the 'sex on the beach' is supposed to be a real girls' drink, light and sweet, but it was disgusting. after half a glass i couldn't even get myself to swallow the stuff so i was forced to stop. nothing much happened though, just a heavy head on my shoulders, but no extraordinairy worthwhile sensations. the heavy, tired feeling was pretty irritating, so i danced a little, sat down.
half through the night i didnt feel much anymore so i had Umberto (this crazy ADD guy who works at casablanca and hollywood) get me a margarita. i think i got something else though, maybe a martini, i dont know. but i couldn't even try more than one sip and i ended up drinking half of Umbertos drink. but that was it. nothing interesting.
i danced with Flavio later that night. i kind of like this guy. he has something. he's the complete opposite of me and really not my type, i dont even think he's that pretty, but thats probably why i like him. actually, im a complete attention-whore right know. he's cute when he flirts with me, i like that. and now that im in milan for just a few weeks, i dont care about him being quite the opposite of the guy im looking for and him being the type of guy who's kissing every girl at a party. but ok, im making an exception for him. he wanted me to come home with him that night... hahah, as if! :p
as a matter of fact, Joy told Ryan to make sure that, in case i got very drunk, he wouldn't let me go home with Flavio. Joy doesn't like him, or trust him, but thats ok. i know that he wouldn't do anything with me that i didn't want so in that way, he's a good guy. but im happy people are looking after me and taking care of me, its so sweet! so Ryan took me home and Flavio said he would call me the next day.
i bought a SHITLOAD OF CRAP Saturday. im still not working which pisses me off majorly. i have no options AT ALL. when i checked Friday i found out that the options i had for Flair magazin were gone... :(
then i had to wait at the agency for hours to get an agency-phone and simcard, i scared the hell out of two new girls when i introduced myself to them (i was acting kind of strange.. ;)) and i kept screaming at people on the street in Dutch, fiercely wishing i could hit them.
so Saturday i felt pretty tired, stayed with Joy at the appartment until she left for Rome, for a hairshow, after which i went to Flavio. We watched a movie which again, i didn't actually end up seeing. i actually slept in his bed for a little while before we went to casablanca.
Joy and i were planning to call each other all night long (doesn't cost anything because we both have agency phones) but i failed to charge the phone properly so it died while speaking to her during the car-ride.
i was going to GET DRUNK that night.
Friday was shit. Saturday was going to be the second and last time drinking for me. i started with the alcoholic version of a virgin colada, which was actually drinkable. i didn't feel much and soon got another one, cause im impatient, but Flavio told me to wait a while. maybe i should add that i dont drink these drinks as alcoholic beverages. i drink them as if they were coke. i didn't feel like waiting though. so i asked Ryan to get me a vodka-coke (i knew Flavio wouldn't get me one.. bad bad me....). because the coke would predominate the taste of vodka, which is perfect. vodka is quite strong so i wanted to stick with that. everybody was looking at me like fuck, SLOW DOWN, its not juice! and stop drinking for a while after this.
i felt something though. i was getting drunk FOR REAL. im so glad everybody stayed with me. all the girls and Ryan and Flavio. Flavio held my hand while walking to Hollywood, i already wasn't very steady anymore and he escorted me to the VIP-room in the back. as soon as i got in Hollywood, and Flavio and Ryan weren't paying attention, i ordered another vodka-coke. WOW i stood at the bar for the longest time, holding on to it, my body doing weird things, it was so funny! i got down on my knees a few times and people kept pulling me up. all these girls stayed with me and everybody though it was so funny that i was getting drunk for the first time. i knew exactly what i was doing and i kept apologizing to everyone about me being drunk. hahah, i was finally laughing and talking to people!
i was telling everybody i was drunk for the first time in my lfe. it was so funny, me babbling to everybody, saying thing like: 'im so sorry, im such a dork cause im so drunk,' and they were all like: 'nooo its okay, its okay for once!' it mustve been hilarious to see :D.
it was soo funny and crazy because i kept on talking and laughing and saw my body doing strange things. i didn't even get to finish my first drink at Hollywood. i think Flavio took it away when i put it down, when it was almost empty, but i didn't say anything about it cause i didn't want to come across as such a drunk! haha! they gave me water to drink and told me not to drink any more liquor. i was thinking: hry, im drunk, not stupid. trust me im drunk enough right now, i dont need anymore!
so i felt fine all this time. completely drunk, but fine. umtil Laura and this other girl wanted to go to the batheroom and i decided to come along. they escorted me through the damping crowd, holding tight onto me, otherwise i wouldve probably fallen over. i went to the toilet, got out and suddenly.. FELT BAD! omg, i just started puking in the sink, it was so disgusting.
we went back to the VIP-room where i they sat me down on a sofa, me, immediately laying down, which was more comfortable, my eyes closed... i heard evrybody around me telling me to sit up straight, but i knew i would bet sick if i would do that. i was pretty fine lying there, listening to the people around me: 'shes not used to alcohol,', 'she never drinks,' 'shes allergic to alcohol(?),' and all of that. allergic?? what the...? this is what you get when you NEVER DRINK.
presently i let them pull me up and... threw up IN THE MIDDLE OF THE VIP ROOM. great. later i found out that i threw up over Sara's hand (sorry..). it was so bad, it was even on my clothes. immediately Flavio and this other guy from the club rushed me through the emergency exit to a perking garege where i sat down on a sofa again.. they gave me water to drink. i kept apologizing and thanking them for being there.. hahah. they were arranging a car to get me home and then i threw up in front of Flavio again. pretty sight.
he put me in a car and i think Dada drove me home...
FUCK i can so not believe this happened! but im so grateful to all the sweet sweet people at Hollywood :)
i came home and threw everything on the floor (now i can understand why Joy does that all the time ;)). i felt sick and was barely able to walk. i was home alone too. i wanted to puke but nothing came out. then i fell asleep..
WOKE UP AT 9! no real hangover.. just tired and now and then i felt a little nausea. walked around in my underwear and called Joy to tell her all about it :D
but no-one even called me! that sucked. savanna was the only one, she's this sweet brazilian girl who likes me... :*) hahah, yea shes gay.
well Sunday i went out to dinner with Flavio, this other guy and Flavio's housemates, Candice and Annie. i really didn't have ANYTHING to say, which kind of sucked. i felt bad about that. we got back from dinner too late to see the movie at Hollywood, but i didn't care, it was some thriller..
but, that night Flavio and i decided to 'just be friends'. yep. basically, Flavio want to fuck me and i dont want to fuck him. i did feel kind of bad though... hahah, kept saying his name all the time throughout the next day :/
the sweetest thing: Joy and i ran into Candice the next day and went to McDonalds together. she told me that when she heard (thanks Flavio for telling everyone..) that i was still a virgin she told him that she and Kevin (her brother who's with her in Milan-the nicest guy, he's just like me, silent..) would seriousely BEAT HIM UP if he did anything with me.
i though that was so sweet.. i just hugged her right there!
Joy decided to go home!! :(
Tuesday was her last night.. so we decided to go out HARDCORE!!
we were looking forward to it for days, but when the time was there, Joy was sooo tired and i had the most irritating headache... it was so stupid.
i wore my mini-skirt for the first time, i looked HOT! everybody was surprised to see me like that, hahah. :p go me.
Flavio half ignored me.. :/ i hate that
i drank alcohol for the occasion.... just two vodka-cokes, that was enough! and hopefully enough for the rest of my life!
then in the middle of the night, Joy suddenly announced she was going home... and i was like: 'no... we were going to party all night long..' it was so weird. she left and i was dancing with Fatah when, after a while, she suddenly tapped on my back, hugged me and told me she had come back for me! it was so sweet..
Tuesday is the perfect day to go out though.. hiphop-night! good music.. it was strange, im always the first to leave a party and this time i was the last one dancing.. ahh! i was dancing with Ryan and Fatah, it was so funny.
then, when everybody was ready to leave (even the prs!) Flavio asked me if i wanted to dance, so we danced a little, flirted.. then he kissed me when we were getting our coats. Fuck, and everybody saw it!
Thursday was the SHITTIEST DAY AND NIGHT ever. i felt like shit. actually, i feel like shit today too, but i finally spoke with Mo and i feel a little better. he always knows how to cheer me up! (im staying in milan for another week, if im not working, im coming home and then to London. i got some nice tests done here, so my book is filling up a little).
Inge left, Joy left, then i heard Ryan was leaving too. it was his last night. he's an American military and he has to go to the base.. he's on stand-by and possibly going to Iraq... :( i felt so sad.
i was text messiging Joy all the time and spoke with her at night, which was great.. she's bored at home.
everybody was tired or didn't feel like going out that night..
then this girl told me that Flavio had called her up and asked her if she wanted to come to his place and watch a movie which she refused (hahah, i did it!). then at Hollywood Flavio was flirting with her and kissing her (although fortunately i myself didn't see them kissing). fuck that. i knew he was going to do that, but i really didn't need to see it.. :( and she ugly too. i hate to say it, but she really it. im personally offended ;p
Joy was cheering me up, sending me messages that is was just my ego who cared about Flavio... because she knows i never really liked him that much. but i dont really care about him anymore.. i feel bad about everybody leaving... :(
feeling better though, thanks Mo! (we were on the phone for one second and already laughing :D)
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[15 Apr 2004|02:17pm] |
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'All men cheat,' is what Joy enunciated just a few weeks ago. Eventhough I am a strong opponent to that allegation, I am beginning to understand what she meant when she proclaimed this. For the first time in my life, I am actually going out and quite liking it as well, and now I know why I never wanted a guy who likes to go out, let alone, meet him in a club. I understand Joy, when she said that a lot of men are always looking for something better, a nicer, hotter girl than the one they are dating now. I wouldn't my guy to dance with a girl and kiss her in the neck the way Fatah did with me, or Davide, who licks every girls' ear and openly admits her just want to get in her panties.
Ive been going out too much this weekend. It wasn't that great though. Those, how do you call them, stretoscope lights or whatever they have at Hollywood, sucked big time this weekend. Last time they only had them on a few times per night, but now they were flashing people into little cartoons all night long. We're off Friday and this Monday, because of Eastern, so we went to Louisiana on Thursday, where Ryan was a 'DJ' or whatever, so it sucked big time and we stayed there way too long. Hollywood after that sucked as well, because the music was baaaaaaaaaad.
Butttt
did I mention the other pr I met when I first saw Ryam and Fatah at a casting? When they left, this other dangerous-looking, bandana-wearing pr who was talking with another girl, said something to me, about Ryan being quite hyper that day. So he gave me his card also, and I remember thinking he would be the last person I would call to go to a club, because he looked like a stereotype pr, which is not very trustworthy.
Well, I always saw this guy at the club, but never spoke to him, until Thursday when he came to me. I was quite surprised, because Ive been ver quiet, leaning against people, not dancing too much and people are always telling me to smile more. He didn't quite strike me as a person who would like ME, but... obviousely he had niticed me in some way.
The guy was Flavio. This Brazilian pr (later I found out he's a quarter Japanese as well, which made me even more excited, :p). He was quite straight forward though. No playing around, pulling his legs a little, like I like to do.. too bad. He wanted to know whether I liked him or not, otherwise he would just leave me alone. Well, I dont REALLY like him that much, but Im pretty much an attention whore right now and I felt kind of attracted to his BAD BOY look. So I danced with him... I never really had a conversation with him, but hey, this isn't very serious. Actually, my friends have probably spoken more with him than I have... but thats ok. He very much the type to fool around with a lot of girls, quite the opposite of what I like in a guy, so I dont know what Im doing here... but... ah, Im in milan! Its quite funny. I spent some time at his place, watching or attempting to watch a movie (most of the time with his house-mates, he lives with some girls (models)).
Before I go on: I guess its time for a small revelation: I have never really kissed a guy.
Yep, thats right.
So. I figured this would be quite interesting for me. Ive never really felt a desire to kiss someone, but.. lets just get it over with :p. This will make for great stories.
The first guy Ive ever kissed in my life was a pr in Milan!
I think its pretty hilarious :D. Plus its pretty much against everything I stand for. (please read my manifesto when it comes out..) But trust me, I wont go any further. I know he's trying to get in my panties (and probably not just mine.. ;)) but he can forget about it... :P
I spent too much time at Hollywood that weekend. 4 Nights in a row. And God, did some of those days SUCK! Sunday movie-The Butterfly Effect was nice, but all that going out was just too much. I went along with Flavio and a bunch of girls to some Arabic restaurant which was very very nice... Ryan ended up coming too, which meant Joy and Inge came as well. :)
O and Tuesday!! What a day!!
We wanted to go out, but in the end there was no restaurant we could go too, Flavio didn't have anything eighter, and Joy almost got into a fight with Ryan... because we were whining too much(!). So then we had to go along with him, eventhough we really didn't want to go..... it was late and we had castings the next day (Mandadori again..). So me and Joy went to Louisiana, which had sucked everytime before, but surprisingly the food was good. After we went to Casablanca. Flavio was there and some other people with girls I had never seen before. It was really fun though. I was dancing.. actually enjoying it.. it was crazy! After that Hollywood. The music was GOOD! I couldn't believe it, I have to go back now on Tuesday! People actually though I was drunk because I was dancing all the time and laughing(!) which, according to them, I never do :p. I had only had a margarita though and was definately NOT drunk.. Ive never even been drunk!
O, Im planning on getting a little bit tipsy one night, though. More life experience here in Milan. Hahah, I hate myself!
I couldn't stay at Hollywood for long, but I danced all the time, I danced with Flavio a bit, gave my number to 2 girls(?!)... very unlike the usual things that happen to me. Will update on that later... :p juicy stuff..
I need to call people now... No-one seems to be calling me anymore. Inge is leaving Saturday so I have to see if someone has a nice diner arranged today or tomorrow!
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its been a testing weekend. literally.
ive been testing saturday and sunday. my book isn't very filled at the moment, so i hope to fix that a little.
saturday was a free test with a russian photographer, andrei. he was really nice. he had a friend who made bags, so i took pictures for him as well (and got paid 150 euros, which is nothing, but i was basically there for the free test anyways). it was pretty cool. he had these great industrial windows high up the wall (i always wanted a loft with these kind of windows...), and he had me climb up a ladder to get there. we took some cool pictures there, i hope they will be very nice.. :)
then sunday i did some gorgeous elegant pictures in this gloomy basement, it was beautiful! i hope to get the pictures soon...this week, or early next. crossing my fingers. i hope they will help me get some more work.
the castings haven't been too great. too much tv commercials and lingerie and bathing suit stuff that i dont care about and, in their turn, dont care much for me. and i am also not seeing a lot of photographers, which i find strange, but i guess thats what they do here.
tomorrow only two castings, just like today ans friday. sometimes i just dont get why others get castings that i dont. i am annoyed.
i told women about the pictures i still want from the guy in athens and they told me they would call my agency there as well. the next day the girl told me that im not the only one waiting for her pictures! my agency in athens told her that mo is calling all the time as well, but that the photographer is just not sending them. i tried to call him myself, from the residence (an attempt which, remarkably, didn't fail, because joy hasn't been able to call to holland, but i obviousely did manage to call athens). i didn't get to speak with him though, he was busy and the following days i couldn't reach him. im still going to try to call him though. i so want the pictures. they were just perfect... arghh!
sundaynight, almost right after the shoot, i went out to hollywood. first we went to casablanca for food and then.... strarsky&hutch!! it was pretty funny, although the sound was just a bit too loud which made it hard to follow now and then, especially when snoop was speaking, using all this slang. after that, pizza! ohh my stomach hurt for the rest of the night! i shouldn't eat that much anymore! i always just start grabbing when the food is free... im such a typical dutch moron. haha!
i didn't stay too long. i ended up leaning against the pr's all night long (which is what i do since i dont dance :p). after some time all the pr's were sitting on the benches in the corridors that led from the door to the dancefloor, cause they were all so tired but they had to stay at the club until 5 or 6 in the morning to get paid!
davide was pretty funny that night. he was testing me out, seeing how close he could get to me until i backed off. he's so full of shit, that guy! he knows that, and he knows that i know that, but he's just a very friendly guy, so its ok. i saw him today again, twice! first on the street, at this casting (he's a driver/booker for future) and then he just came by at the risidence, while i was typing this, to say hi to me. or so he said, cause he had told me he would do that. weird guy, but funny. :)
so i got home around 1:30 to find out we have a new roommate! joy is somewhere in italy for some show this weekend, so i had to wake her up to get in! oops!
fortunately i didn't get home too late, so it was alright. shes nice... and from belgium, so she speaks dutch! (luckily her accent isn't too strong so i can still understand her).
dana just emailed me and shes coming to milan!!!!!!!
i am soooo excited, i haven't seen her in ages! she needs to get some surgery on her teeth done and then she will know when she can come. i hope soon! i will be here for at least two more weeks and i really want us to hang out again! it would be so nice.... :)
*dreaming away now*
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[01 Apr 2004|03:03pm] |
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Its about time again for another detailed summary on Milan events. With 12 litles of water sitting right next to me (work those muscles, baby :) ) I have already started reminiscing those days gone by.
On Sunday I decided to locate a library in this city, which I succeeded at, but it was, obviousely, closed and on the first floor of the building which I thought was strange, if it really is a library. You know, one of the kind I know, the building in which you can sit down, read books, borrow books, whatever. So I took the metro back to Duomo Square where my buddy Dana cant be overlooked as she is pasted onto a larger-than-life Sisley window
note to self:take that picture! since she did the campaign some time ago. At last, I went to this park, where a little kid threw rocks at me, the parents/guardians standing right next to him, celebrating his livelyness.
I walked around the park, which was way too crowded, past a creek and it all made me feel so sad. I was thinking about my mom and the whole walking around in Milan by my own-thing didn't really increase the happy to my ness. (Im playing with words here, dont think Im an idiot who cant speak English). So I went back home again, because Joy and I were going to go out again that night. No worries, the next day was Monday, but I only had one casting in the afternoon. (They soon multyplied and turned in to 4 but that didn't matter.)
We went to Casablanca with Ryan, some other models and some German girls who weren't models and I really dont know who they did were. It took some time to get a table because we were late, but there was a buffet with (of course) free food which tasted good. After a little while we started to spin the bottle with 'dare'-questions, which I, of course, laughed hard at, but excluded myself from, refusing to complete any useless assignments such as getting four phonenumbers from girls in the club or getting a condom from someone. Observating without the rushing heartbeat in my throat during the spinning part was way better, and comforting. Well, I had fun.
There was a private dinner in Hollywood so when we finally got in, we were one of the first ones, which we celebrated by using the toiletpaper in the toilets, which would soon run out. It was nice this time. I was actually dancing, Joy got drunk and kissed 3 girls that night, while banging against the wall with her legs around one of them and I myselkf ended up, shamefully, dancing with this pr... quite ehh, dirty. Let me just find a window now that I can jump out of because I am very against these things, especially dancing to begin with in general, and you can read all about in my soon-to-be-published manifesto on the things I hate and therefore boycot. The night ended with us dragging Joy away from her girl and place her inside a car to take us home while she told us she really wasn't very drunk at all.
Tuesday I had my hair editorial job. I got on the train to Belogna in the morning and arrived at this place, crowded with Italians who didn't speak a word English and showed me where to find the sandwitched but didn't tell me what was going to happen. I started getting rather worked up and worried when I saw a stage and chairs, which was sure to be used as a live hair-cutting show. I wasn't booked for that. Fortunately someone arrived who spoke English and was able to make clear to me that I had nothing to do with the stage, but they were just using the place for my hair.
They took out the blue. Which was great. The less great part was where they bleached it twice, because it wasn't white enough after the first time and me thinking, while the hairdresses was putting the stuff in, that I was sure going to die of eighter pain or chemicals, because it appeared to burn the skin on my head away, swelling up the lymph glands in my neck immediately. I just wanted to cry. With every stroke that touched my skin even slightly, or everytime he pulled at my hair (which he brutally did all the time) I wanted to die. My body just felt so weak and I felt like strtching and running around but I couldn't because I was sitting on that chair the whole day, waiting, watching, counting the beat of my heart. I almost fell asleep the complete time I was there, which was highly irritating cause I couldn't snap out of it. They ended up dying a part of my hair red and black, which they would take out the next day, before I would leave.
There were 3 other girls. A girl from South-Africa, The Fillipines and this girl from Canada. So I started talking to this girl from Canada when I heard her name was Katy and I noticed she was with Eye for I. So I thought hey, where did I hear that before? I asked her whether she knew a girl named GENEVIEVE (!!) and she was like: 'Well, yeah, but not in Milan,'
'No, she's not in Milan,' I say, 'she's in America'.
So Katy kind of wakes up and goes: 'does she have long, dark hair...'
and I: 'and a boyfriend named Pudges?'
and the both of us: 'YEAH!!'
It was the funniest thing. We ended up sharing this GREAT hotel room, she's so nice.
The next day I was the first one they were going to shoot and the hairdude, who was Dutch like me, cut my hair and bleached my eyebrows. Oops. I looked like a goat. Scary. And he cut a part of my front hair very short, so that I now have those tiny dangs on one side, that I have to cover up with hair from the other side. That kind of sucks. Fortunately you cant really notice it, but Im still not very happy about it, for I didn't think he was going to cut that much. The rest is pretty much the same though, so its ok.
We shot outside, by this pretty ancient castle-like hotel building in this pretty little village in the hills near Ricchione in Rimini. It was freezing cold though and they took 3 pictures of me. The styling was the worst. I mean, the shoes I wore honestly have to be forbidden. I even hate it when I see regular people on the street walking around with them, but her putting ME in them was just her death-sentence. I really, really do not understand how she could become a stylist. I mean, what was she thinking? What is she still thinking??
Next subject. They said me and one of the other girls would be done by 3, but.. as if. I was done by 3 but they still had to trun my hair blonde again. More pain. This hairdresser was not quite subtle. My head still hurts from all the pulling and banging and bleaching and killing of my skin and scalp. :(
By the time me and the other girl were done and on the train (the wrong train (great start) but soon the right train, fortunately) it was 19:15. We were in Milan at 23:00. It must've sucked for Katy and the other girl because they got on the train about two hours ater us. I walked home from the station, because its only about 10 min by foot. Joy is so paranoid and thinks its so dangerous st night, but when I got out of Central Station the place was so heavily lit that it could've been daytime. There were no scary looking people and I walked home without any obstacles.
Today I went to the agency and showed my hair. They were happy about the colour, but Barbara wasn't too glad to see they cut it, because they weren't supposed to. Its ok though. I will do some tests as well soon, because my book needs more work. It will cost me money but its ok. I just want a good book to be able to go to Tokyo and New York. I told her about the pictures from Athens and now someone will call to Athens about it as well. Lets hope I get them then.
That was it for now. I will take my 12 litres of water upstairs and go to my last casting. To night my mom is going to call me and I dont think I will go out because I haven't slept much in three days. When I came home yesterday I talked with Joy for a long time which was so funny, but robbed us of a good nights rest. :p
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Ruth left Saturday morning. It was quite a funny event. The night before we decided to stay up all night, because she had to leave at half 4 in the morning. We figured it would be fun. So we ended up going out in the middle of the night, searching for wine, a couple of times, even taking people from the residence with us to make sure nothing would happen to us (the area is said to be a bit dangerous and Joy is quite a bit paranoid...). Joy was sitting in the room topless all night and Ruth and me couldn't stop sighing at the sight of her touching her titties all the time.. hahah! She can be so hilarious, she loves walking around naked, so she, well.. does.
Joy got a bit drunk and about 2 hours prior to Ruths departure (man, this sounds like an airport announcement, lol) we went to bed, watching tv, but really just falling asleep and Joy was still drunk when Ruth left that, when the taxidriver started making noise to get her to hurry, Joy turned around in her sleep, murmering to Ruth that she had to hurry. Hahah, it was the funniest thing, it was like she was talking in her sleep.
Hopefully Ruth will come back soon, she might next week for a booking but she thinks she will definately have to go back the week after, which would be cool. Joy and I already decided we dont want another roommate, so we really hope they wont suddenly place another girl with us.
Yesterdaynight I went out! yep, I actually went out. I can hardly believe it myself. I joined Joy to the gym that afternoon. Now Ive never been to a gym and I dont think Ill ever get a subscription to one or anything, but I decided to check it out nevertheless. It was pretty cool, mainly because we could get in for free. We were the only women, but it was okay. I did some cardio but it sucked big time. I love cyclinh but not on such a machine. The saddle was all wrong and the distence between saddle and hand was way to short. Im used to cycling on racing bikes, so thats quite the difference. So I was king of 'working out' there, being quite cross, but when I hit the running thing I started to like it more! I did some of those muscle machines that I thought looked funny and we ended up in the sauna. Ok, now I know why I hate the sauna. That thing is way too hot. Seriousely, its not comfortable.
I got sooo extremely excited that morning about doing my groceries!! I had major fun. Im on quite a budget here and since I already spent 60 euros in my first week here, I only have 50 euros left for the next 2. Which means 9 for the metro each week and the rest for food. I walked a long long way to a big supermarket and it was pretty cool. Not very expensive and they had good vegetables. I did my shopping and found out I had only spent 11 euros on all my food. I just got overly excited when I saw that I had like, 5 euros left of change. I honestly thing I have mental problems, because I cant remember being so excited since I came here. 8D
I went to this smaller, nearby supermarket which was actually better than the big one. They didn't have so much vegetables, but the rest was cheap! It was like an Italian Aldi (which is a cheap and messy Dutch supermarket, it rocks). Cant wait to go back next week...!!
So yesterdaynight I went out. Joy had called Ryan to pick us up (since I have a fear of calling). We went to this bar first and played pool a few times, it was quite funny. Then we went to Hollywood. Wow, there were loads of pr's. Ive heard many bad stories about prs but the ones we were with were really nice. And crazy! I sat down for a looong time but in the end we had to move so we started dancing (kind of dancing and looking real angry and arrogant in my case ;) ). At one point it was me, Joy and 4 prs. Hahah, it was quite nice. But that was mainly because of the company, the prs. Cause I dont really like to go out in general. The music sucked by the way. It took too long for them to start playing hiphop and when they did, they played all the songs I hate. :(
Tonight we will go out again. Mainly for the dinner :p. I only have one casting Monday and its for the same company that I will work for the next day, if everything is right. So I dont know why I have to go, but it doesn't matter, the casting is in the afternoon.
I kind of think Milan looks like a big suburb compared to Paris. The buildings are smaller.. but then again, this isn't the capital.
More cool stuff: this Canadian photographer said I sounded really British. Ha! Go me, I rock. :p
Im actually very surprised about my ability to keep speaking British while Im here. Its probably because of Ruth. My English tends to adapt to the level of English of the person Im speaking with, which usually sucks. But now Ive been able to keep speaking British which is good practise for me as well.
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i have found my computer.
i was ready do orginise a massive searchforce to find the easyinternetcafe at the duomo square inside the virgin megastore (haven't found eighter one) but i can use one at the residence im staying at. i already know that ill have to update more often, because there are too many things already to tell and im forgetting everything...
so i didn't see joy (the other girl from paparazzi) until she came in the airplane and i didn't speak with her untio we got out... but she's really nice. a driver picked us up and took us to the residence where we're staying. we met our roommate ruth, who had just arrived two hours ago herself, from london. and i recignised her from one of those tvshows where they followed some models around that was just on dutch tv.. but she's really nice as well, although shes already leaving tomorrow.
the appartment is really nice, better than the once ive stayed in before. its like an appartment/hotel with a kitchen, shower, living room, bedroom with 3 beds... really nice, especially for a models appartement!
so the first day me and joy got picked up by a driver (how luxurious!) to take us to the agency. and the agency is so big! the people are nice though, and they had already made our cards, which is cool. the driver took us with him to get sim-cards and a metro card and to some of our castings, but everything took so lond that we missed half of them. and the weather was so bad! its kind of depressing to see milan in rain on your first day. its still cold, but its supposed to get warmer..
The castings are fine here. i am working (i believe its confirmed) for some hairmagazine and they will take out the blue in my hair (yep, its still there!), so thats nice. i hope to get really good jobs as well (editorial for nice mags) and im already stressing about getting jobs eventhough i havent even been here for a week. its just because during previous times thing went so bad... argh. i think it will be ok though.
you know there is this place outside milano with lots of magazines. so wednesday we suddenly went there with a driver and 6 girls. we went all the way outside milan when the driver asks us whether we have our passports with us. uhh, no.. no-one told us to bring them. apparently the building has some tight security and they wont let you in unless you can identify yourself. so it ends with me and ruth being left outside, next to the road, with the security laughing at us. great. fortunately the driver is able to arrange copies of our passports being faxed to the building so that we can get in and do the castings... what a mess!!!!
today i met some funny pr's. actually i saw lots of them, and i met some before, but the two that i was talking with seemed really nice. im pretty careful though, but they look like i can trust them more than some others who just look way ' too cool'. anyone knows this guy called ryan? he's from hollywood, i think joys wants us to go out tonight... actually, ryans friend looked kind of cute :o did i say that? no, no, i didn't, really! hahah, just kidding.
ill try to update more... and actually reply to comments the next time! im kind of hurrying, sorry for the weird story, i could've written it more interesting, but somehow, i cant!
next time will be better!
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I have been a MAJOR Working Girl for the past 4 days. It started out pretty hectic and I thought it was too hectic, and wasn`t having too much fun with the prospect, but it turned out to be fun fun FUN.
It began Friday, when I was doing two sunglasses beauty shots with Alique. She started laughing when she saw I was on time, even early! Transportation had been a bitch during the previous occasions I worked with her, but I got to Amsterdam perfectly on time and decided not to take a bus or the free ferry-boat, but walked. I was cold and I would have to wait for the ferry to show and I knew the cold water was going to be uncomfortable and cool me even more down. The walk was fine-I got there within 30 minutes which is good to know, for the next time I need to go there. Benjamin was doing make-up (Ive worked with him quite some times) and the 2 other girls who were coming in later were Mireille l`Amie and Doutzen. I only met Mireille but I know she did the Prada campaign some years ago and Doutzen is that girl who`s doing very very well with Women in NY.
They put me on a chair, completely covered away by blankets and stuff, it was as if I was in a little box. I took some poraroids but my scanner wont scan in colour at the moment so Ill see if I can show them later.
After the shoot I was supposed to do this hair-casting, but I was too late. So I called the agency and they told me I could go anyways. They liked me! But they told me they couldn`t dye my hair back to blond (they could make it light brown though) and they weren`t looking for blondes right now.
Yet, when I came back to Paparazzi Mo told me they booked me!! Woohooo!!
They wanted to give my hair all the colours of the rainbow though...I wasn`t too sure about liking that! But Mo told me they would dye my hair back to brown and he would bleach it himself later, hoping it wouldn`t fall out. I would make 2,500.00 euros though and if they decided to use the pictures for other things as well, I would get more! Ok, so I could really use that money and they convinced me to say YES! My first REAL paying job!
It was going to be Sunday and Monday, somewhere on the other side of the country, 3 hours of travel away from me and they would pay for a hotel for me.
Saturday I was working for the wharehouse. Mo thought it was a whole day, and swimsuits, so I wasn`t too excited to go! I got there all wet, because of the rain when I cycled to the station. Everyone was really nice though and guess what? I didn`t even have to wear swim suits! It was only two pictures. One with while pants and an orange top, kind of beachy/work-out wear and I had to jump in front of the camera! It was fun, we were laughing all the time.The photographer would try jumping himself to show me and it was pretty hilarious. I had even looked up those jumping pictures in my old German Vogues, to practise posing in the air the night before, but I didn`t have to be nervous about it afterall. The people and the shooting were fun and warmed me up! The second shoot was a simple face shot with sunglasses, nothing to it. They had 4 other people coming in today, so I was dome after that.
I went home, got a train at 12.. it was so early!
I was excited because I was going to be able to see The O.C. episode which I had taped and hadn`t been able to watch yet. I am really obsessed and I got angry when I got home and found the door to my house locked!! I have no key to the house and my parents thought I wasn`t coming home until dinertime. I had to wait in the little house (how do you call it? Summerhouse?) in the back of the garden. It was terrible, I was cold and had nothing to do! I just wanted to watch my show but I couldn`t!
Then this guy who kind of arranged the hair (Joico was the name of the brand) shoot called me. If I could possibly come that evening. So I said no. Didin`t really feel like going away AGAIN so soon, but I would think about it. He called back later and I decided to come anyways. But first my parents had to come back!
The electricity wasn`t plugged in so I couldn`t turn on the electric heater, I was cold and pissed! I waited for 2,5 hours!! I was so angry. My parents had left just before I came home.
I decided to go to Eindhoven (where the hotel was) late, somewhere after dinner. I watch The O.C. before I left, which cheered me up A LOT! I arrived at 22:30 and Edson was waiting for me, which was nice.
The hotel room was pretty! I had a room for my own, with a big bed, cute little table and chair, dest, TV!!, bathroom... it was so nice! The room cost 160 euros, so it was a good hotel. Hah, finally a job with a BIG budget! I could even see the end of Idols! The bed was comfortable, I actually jumped on it, like the kids do on tv series, it was FUN! Hahahah.
Next morning: breakfast. Good good GOOD! They had everything. (They better have for 15 euros!) I took some with me for later! Met some people that I met at the casting and then we left to the hairsalon where everything was going to take place. I got there and met all the people and everyone was so nice! The hairdresser was so gay and so funny and the hair colorist was so nice and decided to colour only the top of my hair, ecaus I told her my booker was going to have to dye it blonde again, and this would be much easier and better for my hair.
They took pictures of the whole cutting process and the colouring. I really thought he was going to cut A LOT, but he didn`t at all! Which was actually too bad because I started to really WANT him to change my hair! Then she coloured my hair, pink, yellow, blue and green. Just little strokes, it wasn`t too bad al all! There was another guy model and at night we went out to eat at a Japanese restaurant. Woohoo!
That was pretty cool, with the cook preparing the food right in front of us. I took a fish menu but didn`t eat everything and gave it away to my neighbours, lol. It was good and fun though, I just felt so bad for the lobster! I pet it and tasted a little bit but didn`t eat him. We got back at 11 at night.
I wish I could have slept more because I loved being in the hotel on my own. Just doing my own thing, watching tv in bed, jumping around...freedom!
I had to check out that morning and we had the shooting! The make-up artist and stylist were so nice... make-up was fierce! The first shoots weren`t too interesting, plain white background, you know, those clean cut hairshots. But they LOVED me! I looked so fat on the polaroids, hahah, didn`t really make me happy but I guess they didn`t notice that. Later we did some Darker headshots at well and those were GREAT! Maybe I could even use those for my book. We ended with some really light shots who were pretty as well. The make-up artist kept changing my make-up which was tiring! He was really good though, so it was ok. Catering was good as well. The first day we had warm food, the second sandwiches, nice!
Too bad I couldn`t stay because they were going out for Italian food that night!
I got on the train at 19:30 I think, so we finished on time. Everything went great. They gave me lots of hair products, shampoo and conditioners, which was so cool. And I decided not to let them touch my hair adter the shoot. They told me they could lighten the coloured parts, or make them brown. But my booker would have to bleach them again and it would hurt my hair alot, it could fall out and the colour could turn out to be whiter then the rest of my hair (cause she had toned it down a bit). They told me if I washed it A LOT, I could hopefully fade out all the colours, so I decided to give that a shot. If it doesn`t fade soon enough I can always choose to dye it afterall. So now I have to start washing my hair... 3 times a day or something! I dont feel like it right now but if I`m going to Milan...! The lighter colours are fading easily, but the blue is still very present! I guess it will be ok soon!
I am going to Milan Sunday or Monday, but now I dont want to go anymore! I always feel reluctant to go, right before I have to leave, eventhough I really like going and being in another place. The minute Im on the airplane Im fine, but the week before I just hate it! I really have to get over this because its ruining all the fun! I know its going to be great, being on my own again!
I just told my agent I’d rather go to Milan on a Sunday than Monday because on Monday the driver would pick me up from the airport and take me straight to the agency, instead of taking me to the appartment.. and I would look like shit! I would have to change shoes on the airplane and walk out with my huge suitcase on heels! That will look so stupid, but I really cant show up with sneakers at the agency!
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