"These violent delights have violent ends 
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder."
                                                                    William Shakespeare: Romeo & Juliet

You're probably thinking - what's up with her dramatic entrance? 
Is she going Naomi Campbell on someone, or what?

I n h a l e . 
E x h a l e . 
I won't be blogging from jail anytime soon. 
..well at least I'm not planning to. Although, I would be interested in reading a jailbirds blog. Any suggestions? 

Back to my dramatic entrance. 
I spent the entire Monday at the national library working on a monologue and reading "Romeo and Juliet." 
Hence the tendency to immoderate exaggeration and a insatiable lust for romance and swordplay.
Especially swordplay.
I also started dropping lines such as "kiss thy hand gracious lady"* in every day conversations. I was hoping too find my friends startled but they are just too used to my many different accents and personas I like to put on.

The indian summer turned way to abruptly into something less beautiful and more brutal aka windy and cold. 
Time to dust off my favourite boots!
I bought them in fw09 and I still love them as much as I did when I first saw them.
Talking 'bout love at first sight, hugh? 
They just vamp up any outfit. 
Like a vulgar mega wonder bra, just without the fuzz and the knockouts.   

Scarf - Pieces / Tee & Bracelet - F21 /  Blazer & Coat - ZARA / Leather Shorts - H&M Trend / 
Boots - Vigneron, I think they do them every year  

...and then there is a picture of our beautiful city hall at sunset *sigh*

"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

*in german: Küss die Hand gnä' Frau. 


One lovely Blog Award

A couple months ago I've been nominated from the lovely girls of Lady Fashion, Oui? and Miss Delirium for this blog award. 

And what did I do? 
I had no idea what to write about myself. So I delayed it. For almost exactly 3 months. 
I'm ridiculous!
Wait a minute.  I could write that in the section below...
Now erase that information from your hard drive, so I can re-implant it at a later stage.

Where was I? 

What an honor! 
A big thank you again to Ines and Delirium.

7 things about me: 

1. I'm ridiculous - Hah!
2. I've been contemplating on whether or not I should get myself a pair of Louboutins for almost a year now. 
3. I have a vivd phantasy. My blog doesn't even do it the slightest justice. 
In real life there are only a few people who really get me. 
4. I have a strong opinion about almost everything. 
5. When I'm on my own, I'm always having the best time listening to Debussy while going for a walk and looking at architecture.  
6. I'm passionate about so many things, it's surreal. I'm not quite sure If that's normal. But than again what is?
7. My full first name is Michaela. My mom used to call me Ela when I was little. 

My Blog Nominations:

For the one Lovely Blog Award:

-thank and link the blogger who has given you the award.
- copy and paste the logo in your blog.
- share 7 things about yourself.
- nominate 15 other great bloggers.
- comment and let them know of the award.



NOWHERE - is now here

First.    Let me strike up a casual conversation with you guys. 
What's shaking? 
How are you're pets and clothes doing? 

Second.    I bet everyone has already heard about it - NOWHERE has officially launched their online store. 
cool, hugh? 

We're looking at my favourite picks and at...
classic cuts with a sportive twist and slightly edgy accessories. 
Nothing particularly mind blowing BUT easy to seamlessly incorporate into your everyday wardrobe. 
Nevertheless, I've been quite hesitant about writing this post 'cause what I've been most excited about isn't available for purchase yet. 
can you guess it? 

...and the clutch.

I expected something that would shoot me to the moon and straight back form the Nhu Duong-Elin Kling Duo. 
Unfortunately that didn't happen - It did tickle a little shopaholic-jump out of me, though.
What do you rocker-chicks think?

I would like to apologize for my rather awful commenting habits! 
I read them all very carefully with great joy. 
I'm keeping an eye on you, kiddos. 



Smell Me

I just got myself a new perfume. 
I won't tell you what scent I got. Just the brand! 
Isn't that nerve racking and mean to the point where it's evil? 
I think a perfume is something so personal. 
Comparable with you're delicates...


I'm very picky when it comes to perfumes. A perfume should reflect my personality and elongate the experience of my presence to another sense.  
Over the past year, I've noticed a change in my personality. Naturally I didn't find my perfume quite suitable anymore. 
I experienced a lot of dizziness and headaches from smelling too many different perfumes in store and a decent amount of frustration from the combination: me (who doesn't know how to describe scents) + sales people (who obviously didn't get my pointless stammering).

And then I found it! 
sensual - provocative - edgy

Everyone should take a good couple of sniffs at Jo Malone. 
You'll find yourself surprised by their diversity and uniqueness. 

H A P P Y  W E E K E N D !




 There are two different types of men out there. 
1) The most common type is the kind of guy who has specific failures in, let's say, interpersonal communication and appearance.
And now, beware!  
2) There is another type of guys, that just fails across the board. I'm talking about humor, behavior, self confidence which apparently often results in big-headed jerks, unicity, charm,... You name it, they'll fail. 
Surprise! Surprise!
Apparently I'm a magnet for exactly those dreaded guys. 

I have literally told everyone AND their mother this story. I have no clue why I haven't told you!

So here you go, but first you'll have to watch this. Or else you won't have a single clue of what I'm talking about! 

So on with the story,...

A couple months ago, I was in deep need for some distraction. My dear friend Catalina proposed a party hosted by friends of her I didn't know. 
I started talking with this guy. It was the type of crazy casual conversation I often find myself having with total strangers. But then he got a little - let's say weird. 
Naturally I backed up taking two steps. -He followed. 
I took a another two steps backwards. -He took three. 
Shortly there was no space left to back up. I was squished against the wall and maaan was he to close. 
I was thinking of a nice way to unwind myself from this situation. Quite frankly, there is no! 
Just imagine me saying: "Dude there is NO WAY I'll ever be drunk enough to have a conversation with you without constantly thinking - Seriously? ...WTF?- !" 
Funny? Yes! 
Considerate? No! 
That's when Jenna's video crossed my mind! I was perfectly fine with giving him the impression that I'm the strangest woman he has ever met. Hence, I was sold! 

He took a zip of his drink. I saw my chance. I pulled the face!!! 
The reactions she described all set in. 
The surprise. The laughter. Even the sudden surprise when he realizes that the hot girl in the mini skirt in front of him just turned into the creepy chick from "The Ring".
I was too pleasantly surprised! I couldn't hold it back. It just burst out of me and I started laughing. 
So he started laughing. I realized how fatal my reaction was, so I pulled it again. 
He kept laughing. So I started laughing again. 
And so on... 
So, I lost the scary moment and ended up saying: "Dude I really gotta go and find this one friend who is supposed to be here...." 

The End! 
...of this story and the beginning of the next. 

A couple weeks after my birthday I was, again, in deep need for some distraction, preferably including one of my female friends, a couple of cocktails and some "serious" boy-talk. 
Hence, there was no escaping for my friend Nina whom I dragged to a casual beach bar. Tipsy-boys-talk, partly totally absurd, partly some what realistic and serious, topped of with a tiny bit of black humor and bad ass trash talk. 
At least until we realized that two guys were watching us waiting for the "right" moment to come over. I guess they thought the "right" moment was when the object of desire realizes that they exist. 

Dam. Dam. Dam. Daaaaaaa - Their feet went. 

                                        The dudes: "would you like to come sit with us?" 
                                        The chicks: "Naaaah...."
                                        The dudes: " Are you sure? We're from the Netherlands and it's my homie's last night here..."
                                        The chicks: "Oh! ....still NO! We are having a serious boy talk right now."
                                        The dudes: "Well, would you like to have a guys opinion on it? I mean we're guys..."
                                        The chicks: "No thanks." 
                                        The dudes: "Come sit with us when you're done!" 

And off they went until....

Dam. Dam. Dam. Daaaaaaa - Their feet went AGAIN. 
adding a *krrrrr -rrr* and a *klack* as they sat down snappily.

Oh dear! How can I make them leave and have fun while doing so. 
Right! Nina and I have to do THE face! 
Damn it! She doesn't know it. I'm on my own.... 

...and on my own I started laughing. 
I pulled the psycho girlfriend laugh, the scary witch, the evil mass murderer and the dull laugh of a dude who thinks his looks are beyond breathtaking. I even pulled the hysterical laugh you'd imagine a 13teen old pubescent gossip girl doing while spreading new rumors about Justin Bieber. 
Oh, I pulled them all and even more bizarre noises that could fall under the predicate 'laughing', for fifteen minutes straight! 
If I didn't know myself, I would think that there must be something seriously wrong with me.
Even Nina looked at me with like a startled deer on a highway.

(Something inside of me is yelling: "don't go there! Don't go there!" But I'm going there...) 

As a man, I would be horrified of combinations such as:

That psycho chick + sharp objects of any kind + my jewels  

Something that might be worthwhile waisting one horny thought. 
Just saying.

GOOOOSH! What's wrong with you men?


Ps: I hope I got the story telling right! 
Are you rolling around on the floor with the stitch while pumping your arms and legs in the air? 
'Cause I know for sure that I've never managed to tell the story quite right. As I was constantly hugging the floor, gasping for air ON MY OWN! 

Happy to share the laughter!

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