I felt like having a chatty post for once since I'm still deciding on how to portray my halloween make up tutorial; video or photographs? - let me know what you guys think! - So I found these questions on Tumblr a while back and I liked the idea of talking about subjects more than just answering the questions. There are forty of them but I'm only going to talk about 7, we don't want to have an online book by the time I'm done don't we? These are the once that intrigued me the most so let's start shall we!


Talk about the first time you watched your favourite movie.
My favourite movie is the Nightmare Before Christmas, so when it came out we (possibly my sister because I was still a kid and my mum and dad aren't that great with technology) recorded it. I don't remember too much but I know my mum hated it that I wanted to watch it over and over again so I loved it that much. I've always been a weird kid that drew the weirdest things and loved the ugliest dolls. My mum still tells me about all of that. Like that one time we went on vacation to Spain and I got to choose a doll before we left and I chose the ugliest doll possible. My mum tried to convince me to choose another one but I insisted on that one doll. Same goes for movies. I was a big Disney fan and I loved watching Bambi and The fox and the hound etc. But I also loved NBC. And that one the most of all. Every now and then I still watch it, especially around Halloween or Christmas. One of my college friends even made a Jack Skellington for me out of fabric! I still have it and it's something I won't be able to throw away.

Talk about the best party you've ever been to.
When I was a teenager I wasn't much of a party girl at all. Well not even today. But when I got into dubstep and drum and bass my friend and I decided to go to those kind of parties. I was already 'old' really like 20 or older and they were always far away from home. Now note I live in a middle of nowhere kind of town that never has nice parties or anything. So when we went it was always to big cities like Antwerp, Ghent, Brussels etc. which also means it we had to party till we got a train back home at 7 o'clock. One time we bought tickets for Blackout which was hosted in Brussels. And I already had bought my ticket but for some random reason I also won a ticket on Twitter. Though my bf at the time couldn't come with us I decided to just use my bought ticket anyways when this random guy came up to us and asked if we had a spare ticket for him to buy. I said yes but wanted like €20 for it (about full price or a bit less, still cheaper than at the door) and he politely declined. So no worries. A few minutes later he ran back to us and wanted to buy the ticket anyways. So that was pretty cool. I remember the music was pretty awesome as well and I was pretty drunk too. At one point I couldn't even stand up properly when we sat down for a minute. It was really fun. The people at these kind of parties are always really chill and never push you to do anything. Like you get random high fives or hugs and that's it so I love that about it while here in my home town they always want your number or something.

Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.
I really did turn down most of the people asking me out. Not that they were weird or anything, not always, but I'm so socially awkward I couldn't see myself getting to know someone and having a relationship with them. I've had 1½ boyfriends in my life (the first one was when I was 16 or 17 and it lasted about 2 months so that doesn't count as a proper relationship) and I know that's really weird for some people. But it's hard for me to trust someone. I get sick of people easily as well when they become too pushy. There have been opportunities but it wasn't right for me and still isn't.
One time at high school a girl from my class came up to me and said 'I know someone who's in love with you' and I was like who? And the moment I found out who I freaked out. I really didn't see him that way or anyone else at that time so I was already panicking about how to deal with this. This was the time Netlog and MSN still existed so he added me there and talked to me. I didn't mind talking to him as a friends but not like he wanted to. So I tried to set him up with my other friend who did have a crush on him. Needless to say that didn't work out either. After that and when I got older I straight up told people I wasn't interested that way and most of them didn't even want to try convince me otherwise so that worked out well for me.

Talk about little things on your body that you like the most. 
I like the moles on my face, my scars, I like how my nails grow pretty fast, my legs are to die for, I like how pronounced my collarbones are, how big my eyes are and the fact they are light of colour, I love how my boobs aren't too big at all.
I've had a lot of body issues when I was a teenager and being a young adult as well. Sometimes I still look in the mirror and hate how my nose looks. But it might be weird to say, since my ex bf I appreciate my body more. I mean I was way too shy about it and I was afraid to show my body to him or to wear shorts outside before. And he made me realise I was pretty. A lot of people told me I was too bony or thought I had anorexia before etc. And he didn't make remarks like that. He liked me and my body for who and how I was/am. So I learned from that to appreciate myself more as well.

Talk about what you think death is like. 
I believe death is different for everybody. As a Christian or Muslim you believe either heaven or hell awaits for you, as a Hindu you believe you'll be reincarnated again, someone else might believe there's nothing after life, only a world of darkness.
I'd like to believe there's something. Not a hell or heaven, but something. Like some sort of reincarnation but different I guess. Like I believe in ghosts. I believe some are stuck here because they can't let go so they can't move on and be born again as a new person but with the same spirit as before.

Talk about songs that remind you of certain people. 
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock
I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December

Talk about the end of something in your life.
When I turned eighteen I loved it so much. Not for the legalised drinking or anything but because it was like closing a chapter. I was forced to see my biological mother from time to time even though from 16-18 it wasn't that often as before and I locked myself in my room most of the time while she was here to get away from her. I've been through a lot since I was a kid but that moment I felt free. I didn't have to see her anymore. No one could harm me anymore. I felt relieved. That was the end for me. Now since last December my foster parents and I are getting my adoption done so juridical I'm theirs as well.

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