My Christmas holiday

My Christmas holiday was absolutely faboulous. Christmas evening, I went to café Merz with some friends. It became a night full of laughs ánd some romance.I had so much fun!
Unfortunately, the day after I had to get up very early, because we were going to visit my grand-parents. When we arrived, my mother's sister and her friend were there already, so we had lunch. During the afternoon, I helped my aunt with the cooking, while my sister was drawing the Christmas cards. This is a tradition in our family, every year we all get a personal christmas card, made by someone else in the family. This year I got a card with a Santa Claus woman, with some extra clothes made out of paper so I could decide what she should wear.
When dinner was ready, we all got in our chairs around the table, and started supper. It was delicious, because my aunt is a very good cook.
My parents, sister and I went to bed very early because the day after we were going on wintersport! We had already packed our bags so we could drive right to Söll, Austria.
The next day I got woken up at 4.50 am, and I absolutely don't like to get up early so I was very cantankerous. We went with friens of my parents, two boys with an age of 15 and 17, and one girl who is 11 years old. We met at some parking place near the borders with Germany. After we greeted each other, while we were still half asleep, our journey continued.
About three hours later we stopped somewhere halfway Germany, to drink a cup of coffee or, in my case, a delicious cup hot chocolate milk with whipped cream. What I forgot when I enthousiasticly ordered my chocolate milk wíth whipped cream, is that in Germany, they don't seem to know that in whipped cream you should really put some sugar, so when you order whipped cream, you get some kind of crème frêche in cream type. Taste very weird, I can tell you.
Anyway, after about half an hour catching up with each other again, and waking up, we got back in our cars and drove on.
When two more hours had passed by, we started to get really starving, because we actually didn't even had a real breakfast, just some buns at seven. I'm sure you'll understand that I got very excited when a Burger King got  in our sight.
After a hamburger with so many calories I think I don't even want to know, we could go for it again.

Around half past six we arrived in Söll, but then we still had to find out where our appartment was located. That turned out to be not as easy as we thought it would, but after we almost drove up a piste, we found it after all.
The villa in which our appartment was located, was surrounded by beautiful pastures and conifers.
The owners, who spoke unintelligible German by the way, were very friendly and offered us a glass of some traditional Austrian whiskey. After that we finally got led to the appartment, which was very pretty, with two bathrooms, six bedrooms and a big, open kitchen with a bar where you could eat on. We were the first users so everything smelled lovely new.
That night everyone got to bed very early because we all were exhausted by the trip.

The day after we got up around eight, because we had to hire skis, helmets and skiboots.
When we all had a complete ski-outfit and got a skipass, we went up with the cable car, because our ski lessons were starting! When we arrived, I saw an quite old man who was incredibly tanned for his age.
He turned out to be our ski teacher, our fathers got some strange dude with a really weird haircut. My father said he smelled very alcoholic, so that explains a lot.
The first day we learned the basic position in which you ski, so that's very important. The first day I only fell once!
'Beginners' luck' everyone said. Unfortunately for me, that turned out to be true. The next days I fell so much I still have some bruises on my knees and elbows. But that's part of the skiing, 'if you don't fall you learn nothing' said my teacher. His name was Michael and he was very nice, but in the beginning I was a little disappointed because I was hoping for a sexy ski teacher, haha.
After three days of lessons in the morning and free skiing in the afternoon, our teacher suggested a day trip to other ski regions. We were all excited, and after our parents gave their permission, we went on a big trip.
After only half an hour, we suddenly lost the other kids from the other family, Pieter-Bas, Jasper en Welmoed. They were right behind us and then, suddenly they had lost! Michael got a little panicked and went searching for them. We had to wait somewhere. Then, after a few minutes, the children got in sight! We were happy they didn't break anything, but were a little confused because our ski teacher was still searching for them ! Fortunately, after some more minutes, he came by. He said he was very happy they didn't got injured.

After two more days of skiing, falling, laughing, and après-skiing, we went back home.
Next year we'll probably go again! I'm already looking forward to it.

My hero

I think everyone has a hero, or at least someone he really worships. For me, that's Doutzen Kroes, the famous and DUTCH model.

Kroes was born on 23th January 1985, in the town of Oostermeer, in the province of Friesland, the Netherlands. Her mother tongue is Frisian, rather than Dutch. You can still hear that when she gives a Dutch interview.
After graduating high school, she sent snapshots to modeling agency Paparazzi in Amsterdam, because she wanted to make some extra money before going to college.

In July 2007, earning a total of $1.5 million in twelve months, Doutzen became  fourteenth in the list of the World's 15 Top-Earning Supermodels. In April 2008, she climbed to the fifth position, with an income of $6 million per year.

I think it's pretty admirable that she actually created all of the succes herself, because she decided to send pictures of herself to a model agency.

I am a fan of her because I think she is not too skinny, unlike most models of this time, and besides that I think that she is not only pretty when she wears loads and loads of make-up, but also on pure nature pictures.

Dreams

There are some things I still want to do in life. Going to New York for example, is one of my biggest dreams. Last year, my parents went to New York, and I wasn't even aloud to join them :(
I really really would love to go there, I think it will be another culture shock, with all the lights, big shops, and of course the lively night life.

A few days ago I heard my parents talking about going to New York in the holidays, I really hope they will put it through...

Fall 2010

When I read a magazine, most of the time I want to hug it and buy everything that is pictured in it. But sometimes, I really don't understand anything of the trends that designer come up with.

For example, this fall the rugged high-heel boot is totally hot, but I think it's a disgusting trend...

My friend Dennis even says: 'If I would see someone walking in these shoes, I would laugh só hard!'

But there's more. This fall, oversized knitwear is one of the biggest trends on the catwalk...

 Ok, I have to admit that I also own an oversized sweater, but mine is kind of cute. But for example this sweater is truly not something I would wear to school or when I go out. In my opinion, it looks like it is second-hand, and it once upon a time belonged to a goat herder, who slept, ate and lived in it.
Not really my kind of thing.


Source: http://shopgoldyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/hot-trends-for-fall-2010.html

So it has been a while since I last post a blog, I know, but I just don't know what to write about. Shopping? Nah, too obvious. World trouble? Nope, way too boring. Wait, I've got an idea.

In April 2011, I'll be going on a ski trip, which is organized by two students from my year. I'm really really looking forward to it, although I'm not a great skier. In fact, by then I have only been on wintersport twice, so I'm a little bit of a newbee if it comes to skiing. But I'll do my best.
I'm trying to imagine what it will be like, all my friends are going so I don't think I will get bored. But what if I break something? I'm not that professional...

Oh, the bell is ringing, I've another class to go to

The Start.

Ok, I actually have no idea how to start. I'm writing this blog because my English teacher made me registrate an account. Not that I mind doing this that much, I actually quite enjoy this, but if it's some assignment for school, it sort of gets the fun away.

Well, my name is Eline, I am fifteen years old and am happily living in Dordrecht, some city not that far away from Rotterdam. It is the kind of city that is too big to be a small peaceful village, and too small to be interesting. My teachers of course don't agree with me, they think our city is very ancient with a really interesting history, and blablabla. Well, as soon as I a finished school and had a real nice holiday somewhere far away from here, I'm moving out, don't know where yet, but I do know it's not in Dordrecht.
I would miss some things though, my hockeyclub for example, where I have played since I turned six.
My friends and of course my parents plus my sister, who is two years younger than me.

Like I kind of already said, I really like to play hockey, but there's more. (: Like a LOT of other girls with my age, I really like to shop. Surprising, huh? (:

Unfortunately, I had to get back to school a week ago, and I am already very tired. So I think the best thing to do is get some sleep now, and that's exactly what I am going to do. I hope I didn't bore you too much.
If I didn't... FOLLOW ME!