I've been thinking about this certain subject a lot but didn't really know where to start. It's one of the more serious kind of subjects so if you're not into rants and stuff, that's okay. Just close this blog and I'll catch up with you later.
The main reason why I want to discuss this is because I've had a few not so very nice experiences in a short period of time. What I want to talk about today is feminism. Yeah, I know what you're thinking but I really need to get this off of my chest.
First of all, I do NOT think women are better than men. I think we're equal and that we should be treated equal. It bugs me that men can just walk around shirtless and if something "bad" happens, no one will ask them "Well what were you wearing, or actually.. not wearing?" It's socially acceptable for men to show their chest while for women it would be asking to be raped. Or well, that's what society taught us.
Two weeks ago I went out for a walk all by myself in my home town. Nothing special, just like I always do. It was evening but still light outside and the weather was beautiful so I just wanted to clear my head for a bit. Two men came walking from the other side and I saw them and they saw me. The moment I saw the look on their faces I got chills to the bone. They both literally looked at me like I was a lust object. Like two hungry wolves waiting to catch their prey. They did not look at me as a person. As someone with feelings and thoughts. I just pretended I didn't noticed and just walked past them really fast. I once looked back and saw they were still staring at me and were whispering things I obviously couldn't hear. Thank God nothing happened but if something had happened. Probably the first question I would have gotten was: "Well, what were you wearing?" Like if I was wearing something that even showed a little skin, I would've asked for it. Like it's okay then for men to do whatever they want cause they "just can't help it."
Well ladies and gentlemen, I was wearing a long grey coat with a scarf. I was all covered. But even if I wasn't, if I had decided not to wear my coat I wasn't asking for it. Even if I wore a sleeveless dress, a very short skirt or a short.. I still wouldn't be asking for it. I can wear whatever the hell I want to wear. I should be okay with whatever the hell I want to wear without the fear of not being safe when I'm walking through town.
My second experience was last week. I went out to go get some groceries and there was this older man, he probably was a client from the psychiatric centre. He and his 'buddies' were talking together and I walked past them and said nicely "hi" just like I always do because I don't treat them less than any other people, like most people do. I respect them and I'm expecting that in return. So I walked further and about a minute later this man grabbed my arm and I couldn't understand what he was saying but I felt very uncomfortable so I told him to not to touch me. He got really angry and said if I didn't want him to touch me then I shouldn't have walked there all alone. The craziest part is that there were other people around but no one said anything about it. Everyone pretended to sip their coffee or being busy talking. I felt unsafe and that's something I hadn't felt in a long, long time.
I don't say that are all men are like this. Absolutely not. There are wonderful men and women out there but it just makes me sad that there are people (so also women) who think they can just treat other people like trash, like they're their dolls and can do whatever they want.
I think it's important we will always remain good to each other. You never know what kind of battle they are fighting. Everyone you meet loves someone, have lost someone, have felt pain and joy in their hearts. We should never forget that we're all human beings. If you're a man or a woman. We should be treated equal. Cause equal is what we are.
I'm sick for a couple of days now so I'm sorry I haven't post anything earlier this week. It's a really, really bad timing since I'm having exams and lots of deadlines in a week. So I haven't really had the time to rest. Been to school and worked on school even though I had to blow my nose every 5 minutes and my body temperature was going high and low like a roller coaster.
The thing I hate most about being sick are the nights. You're exhausted and then you lay down and you start coughing like a seal for hours and you just can't sleep. And tonight is one of them.
But I've been skyping with my best friend for the whole evening and now we're still chatting on WhatsApp. You know, I look terrible right now with teary eyes and a red snotty nose and just ugh. And the moment she saw my face on her screen she said: "I've missed your pretty face. You look like shit now but you're still pretty." And then we just talked and talked and talked and talked about everything and nothing. I don't think I can ever explain what this girl means to me. She's my best friend for so many reasons, I don't even know where to begin. I laughed so much tonight and my cheek still aches but that's the good kind of pain. I can say whatever I want around her and we share the same stupid humour and we're just idiots but that's what I love about our friendship. It was so great talking to her tonight and I don't think that anyone knows how much I miss her. But May 6th I'm finally visiting her in Italy and I'll stay at her current place for a few days. Looking forward to be able to talk and laugh with her in person and excited for her to show me the city she currently lives in.
This is actually the only interesting thing that happened the past week. I mostly worked on school or watched series in bed. I'll let you know more about my short trip to Italy as soon as it starts.
Woh, what an incredible weekend it's been. All these words are racing through my head, but I can't seem to write anything down so just know, I'll try my hardest to write a proper post.
March 20: I woke up about 8 AM so I had enough time to pack some things for my short trip to Amsterdam. Well, I thought I had enough time, but in reality, it was way too short. I forgot to bring half of the things with me. I took the 10 AM train and I arrived around 1.30 in my hotel room. Such a pretty room, though. The parade rehearsal started at 4 PM and in the email was mentioned Johnny (the guy who gave us our instructions) wouldn't wait if someone wasn't on time. So, I was way too early but I just had a chat with other participants who were also early birds. Oh and I've met Azgül. She flew all the way from Turkey to see The Script. We had some contact via Facebook a few days before the gig and it was really cool meeting her and she was so nice.
Johnny was a really funny and patient man and he just told everything we had to do (and everything we absolutely shouldn't) The rehearsal was so much fun and everyone was so nice to each other and I think we should treat each other like that more often. Unfortunately, the lads couldn't make it on time, so we had to rehearse without them, but it was cool to watch the soundcheck. After the rehearsal we've got to meet the lads anyways and I swear, they are the kindest and most warm hearted people I have ever met. I don't know why, but that's something that seems to surprise me every time. Danny even recognized me from last time. They asked me how I was doing. They're true angels and I am so grateful for every moment.
After the meeting we had to rehearse one more time and 9.15 the show was about the start. So I got a few high fives from the lads and Mark told me "not to fuck it up". The security opened the doors and then we entered the venue and there were like 17000 people screaming. I walked next to Glen and I tried so hard not to hit people with my flag, but everyone tried to touch him so I'm sorry if I cut off your hands. It looked so beautiful though, all those green lights. We had to leave at the end of the song. It was such once in a lifetime moment and it was just really cool to be a part of the show.
Then we had to bring our flags and torches back and after that we could enjoy the show. We tried to make our way to the front, but it was too crowded so we've watched the show from the sideline. Was still one big party, though. We only missed 2 songs and it was just a brilliant show. I loved every, every second. And the backgrounds and light show were so amazing.
I went back to my hotel room, it was only a 5 minute walk. My feet were TOTALLY shattered. Felt like they were falling off so I wasn't sure how to survive the other day. Sadly, I couldn't sleep. My head was still buzzing like crazy, so I couldn't sleep until 3 AM.
March 21: Apparently I didn't need that much sleep because I was already awake at 5.30. Tried to go back to sleep, but it didn't work so I decided to take a shower and go out for breakfast. It was pretty quiet in the breakfast room. Probably because it was way too early. After breakfast, I went to the Ziggo Dome, ready and so NOT ready for round 2. There we like ten people queueing, people who were as insane as I am. If we weren't, we'd still lay in our beds at 9.30. It was very cold and after an hour the security came out to bring us tea so we could warm up a bit. That was so kind. At eleven, I really needed to warm up a bit so this guy I just met in the queue and I grabbed some coffee in a café near the Ziggo Dome. For real, I've met the most, most, most amazing people those days. Some people I've already seen before at other gigs, but really, I already miss them SO much and I literally can't wait to meet them again. When we were back in the queue, there were like 2 more people so it was still very quiet. We expected the queue would be very big but there was the whole day like 30 people until 4 PM. It was still so cold and I was freezing. Luckily, I brought a blanket with me and I was wrapped up in it. Otherwise, I hadn't survived it. My toes were numb and I was shaking sooooo bad so two girls asked me to come sit with them under their umbrella and 3 blankets. Very cozy haha. ♥ But sitting was still very cold so I switched between standing and sitting and making weird dance moves to stay a lil' bit warm. I've got to admit, the thought of ''Why did I ever become this fan of a band, that I'm going through all of this for them?'' did cross my mind several times.
Two other girls did the exact same and we talked about.. everything, it felt like I've known them a lifetime. We made horrible ''selfies'' every hour. So we could look back and see how much we decayed by every passed hour. And I was so clever to forget to bring food with me. All I had for dinner was a Kitkat. Oh well. I just want to bring up again how I was surrounded by such wonderful people. I just don't understand how people can be so kind and amazing and all. It's just strange 'cause if you're traveling by train and you're sitting all alone, you keep your fingers crossed nobody comes sitting in the seat next to you.
And then, after 9 hours of waiting the doors were going to be opened. In the meantime, we started singing K3 songs (yeah, it was getting that worse) and there weren't 20 people behind me anymore but thousands and thousands of people. And everyone started pushing so we squeezed together. The security opened the portals and even though I couldn't feel my own feet, I ran like an, I don't even know what, into the venue. 'cause of the rain everything was one big puddle of mud so many people slipped and fell onto the ground.. BUT I was the first one at the stage so I finally had my (perfect) front row spot and then I had forgotten about everything that day. It didn't feel like I had waited for 9 hours. By the way, other girls came after me and they were like: ''Woah, the portal opened and you were gone away so fast. Like a cannon shot.'' I never knew I could run that fast.
At 8 the support act started. First, Colton Avery. He's brilliant. And then there was, mr. Tinie Tempah and some kind of DJ. I was so bored. Sorry Tinie. And then finally at 9.15 the lads were walking in the room together with the parade and God, I loved them even more. The show is just brilliant and it's even better when you're front row. I forget about everything for a while and let it all go. That's probably why my face was on the big screen several times. Embarrassing. By the way, the girl next to me must have hated me so bad during the gig. I ruined all her videos by drumming along and playing my air piano.
They ended the show with ''Hall of fame'' and I think it's such a shit sing but God, this time.. Danny gave such a beautiful speech. Here it is: ''I would love if everybody took their phone and use it as a light in the night sky. You see how beautiful that is? Just like a light in the night sky and that's what music is for people who feel like they don't belong, with nowhere to go. Music is there, it's always there. When you're happy, when you're sad, when you're ecstasy, when you're totally destroyed.. it's there.Music is the best use for us to try to make moments. 'cause I believe people are too busy living in the future or thinking about the past, nobody's ever here in the now. That's what we try to do with music, trying to create moments. But we can say ''I was there that night. I was in the Ziggo Dome, 17000 people.. I was present." I wanna know, are you guys in the mood for making a moment tonight? Something you can't download, you have to be here to experience. We dedicate this to every The Script fan who has been there since day one. And for those who are here tonight: Welcome to The Script Family!'' And then it was over. The next morning I left home. Kinda dead. Covered in bruises. No voice. But it was worth all of it. I owe these guys SO much. Thanks to all the wonderful people involved. The people in the parade, queue and during the gigs. And of course, a big THANK YOU to The Script.. for bringing me the kind of happiness nothing and no one else can. I was there. I was present. That was all that mattered, right in that moment. Can't wait to see them for the 9th time in June.
#credits to whoever filmed the videos. I was too busy having the time of my life to make videos of take any pictures.
So here's a short post because it's pretty late. Today it was Friday 13th and for most people a day full of misfortune but I guess it was my lucky day. (I am not that superstitious but I am pretty scared to say that out loud)
My day didn't start that great though. I had class at 9 and a few people had to prepare a presentation but all of them were absent. They probably couldnt risk getting out of bed because it was Friday 13th. Or maybe they suffered from this very terrible disease "we haven't prepared our presentation so we're all suddenly sick". I don't judge though. It took me all my energy to make it out of bed either.
So after our "class" I thought it was nice to grab some coffee with friends. I ordered heavenly hazelnut and believe me, it is definitely heaven. Beyond heaven. But it's not so cool if you start coughing like a seal out of nowhere and you almost choke on your coffee. After this bad luck I was convinced that it was a traditional Friday 13th and that I just had to make it through the day.
This afternoon this day turned into my very lucky day. I received an e mail and it told me that I was selected for the parade March 21. This means I've the opportunity to parade at the beginning of the show with some other fans during Paint the town green. We need to walk with green flags and I don't know what else we've got to do, actually. But what I do know is that we have time to rehearse (don't know why we should rehearse for how to hold a flag but whatever, I don't mind). During the rehearsal we meet the lads and we're able to be in the venue far before the gig stars and we can watch the sound check. When I saw I had won, I started laughing so hard because it just couldn't be true and like a half an hour later I started sobbing. It feels like a dream and I'm so lucky when it comes to seeing and meeting them. I'm so grateful for everything. I'll keep you guys posted.
Currently I'm on my way back home. After a couple of shit days I can proudly say I am getting better. The weather is so nice lately and god, I crave for summer. Y'all know that feeling? Cannot wait to wear cute dresses and pray to get tanned (too bad it never happens).
Yesterday was a very busy day. I had to write a transcription of an interview we had earlier that day and it took me 5 hours before I was finished but it feels good to put effort in things again. Also, I had Spanish class again and it was quite fun and when everything was done I finally had some time to sit in the sun with my boyfriend who visited me.
This afternoon I'm gonna meet up with one of my best friends. The last time we hanged out was October (!!!). So there's enough stuff to catch up. I'm all in for a good laugh right now.
Then there's only tomorrow left and then it's finally weekend. Still got a lot of work to do but I am glad I made progress. Last week I barely made it out of bed.
I promise next post will be more interesting. Next week I'm gonna see The Script two nights in a row so don't mind me fangirling around.
It's been a while since my last post but nothing really interesting happened the last few weeks. So I'm not doing that great, lately but nothing to worry about. Just floating through the days. I don't really know why but March has always been that kind of month to me. Probably because the months December 'til February are very draining months with crappy days. I'm trying really hard to stay strong and just ignore everything and then in March it all comes right back to ye, you know?
Enough negative talk. Let's take a moment of silence for the fact that I'm gonna see these babes in two weeks. It's been three months since I've seen them for the last time and I miss them terribly. It will be a long day 'cause me and my friend are gonna queue the whole damn day. Worth it though, It's gonna be SO great. Hopefully the weather will be nice and otherwise they better come out to bring us tea and warm hugs.
Actually, I can't believe it's only two weeks. I mean, I remember my countdown widget told me ''178 days''. Man, where have all these days gone? I'm already preparing myself for a bad post concert depression. Last time I really didn't know what to do with my life anymore, lol. But I'm gonna see them two days in a row and again at Pinkpop so.. I'm not complaining.
It's only the second week of the new semester and everything's already too hectic. I got some grades back from the exams and I can happily say I passed all of them, whoo!
Today was a long, long day but it was okay. I think. I had my first Spanish class and that was pretty awesome. The people in this class seem all pretty nice and none of us knew each other but.. I don't know. Everyone was SO nice to each other, people should always be like that. I was sitting next to this guy and I never met him before but I got to know him pretty well in just 1,5 hour. That's insane. We just laughed at each others weird pronouncing from Spanish words.
The less fun part was that I had to wait for this class 3,5 hours. All by myself. With a dead laptop battery.. and no charger. So what I did was listening to the same song on my phone 3,5 hours. And it seems all fun and party but I swear for God's sake that I can't and that I won't ever listen again to: "BUT YOU WILL REMEMBER ME FOR CENTURIES" yeah I'll take it to my grave.
To celebrate the passing of my exams I'm going to visit some friend of mine in Groningen. She's officially from America but she's currently studying here in The Netherlands. We go out for lunch and just catch up some things.
Sorry for the not so interesting blog post, I promise my next post will be lots better (I got some very nice ideas so stay ''tuned'') Goodnight you all.
I used to have a blog a while ago but then I got busy and forgot about what a relief it can be to write down your thoughts and everything that's going on in your mind. So, I decided to start blogging again and that is what brought me here today.
So, my name is Simone and I am nineteen years old. Born on the 28th of June, 1995. Currently, I live in a very small city where I absolutely do not belong. I'm not sure where I do belong but I hope to find out a few years from now. I'm a freshman in college, studying to become a 'Communication adviser'. But my heart tells me everytime that's not what I truly want. It's so hard to decide what you want to do the rest of your life when you're only nineteen, just blossoming out. I really thought, when I started this education, that this was the right thing but experience has proved the opposite. My biggest passions are languages and pretty, pretty words. Sounds pretty ironic because I suck at talking. I prefer to express myself through writing.
One of my dreams is to travel the world someday. I want to get acquinted with the people, the culture.. I want to absorb the habits. But most of all I want to learn to speak as many languages as possible because I think language is a weapon. It gives me the feeling I am powerful. To understand and to be understood.
Another thing I am really passionate about is music. I don't play instruments myself but that doesn't stop me from listening to music twentyfour/seven. There is always a song in my head (I can never seem to shake it) and that's why I'm always humming while I am walking or biking or whatever the heck I'm doing. Right now "Love runs out" from OneRepublic is on repeat in my brain. Fun fact: Most of my money is spent on gigs and CDs. My number one favourite band is The Script and I'm blessed by saying I have seen them 6 times now. (And met them once and had a phone call with Danny, the leadsinger) But they are just one of a bunch of artists I love.
Oh and I am obsessed with dogs. I cannot pass a dog without telling them "hi" at least 10 times. And whenever I see one my mind goes like "alarm dog dog dog omygod a dog I need to pet it sos dog dog dog". Yeah. Something like that. Their fluffyness and their tiny paws and faces and puppy eyes ohhh. 😍
For now, I leave it like this. Hopefully you'll visit my blog soon again. I just post random stuff. Whatever comes up to my mind. And feel free to ask if you want to know something.
