Tess' Journey

One word; Amazing!

I went to see Cirque du Soleil's show Alegria tonight... It was absolutely breathtaking. The decorations, costumes, everything was so beautiful. The acts funny and enchanting. Definitely a must see.

Something else I saw tonight was part of the Rolling Stones! They played the Amsterdam Arena last night :)

Ron Wood was just sitting a few seats away from us... Sooo funny!

We were standing outside and I saw some (older ;)) guys walking around, sunglasses (no sun), bodyguards and I'm just thinking hmm who's this. Then my dad's like ooooh my! Hahaha... Next thing my mom thinks she's 20 again ;) And before I realise it, they pass us and my mom's telling me about her wild adventures when she got to see them in Paradiso ages ago while she didn't even have a ticket! Lovely! :) Great day!

Excuse me for the difference in my posts. Some light, some not. Lots of stuff happening in my life right now, good and bad, while apparently getting to know myself better day by day. Things I knew all along, but having tried to avoid them for such a long time, all getting to the surface right now...

I can imagine you may not be interested in all that personal stuff, if you don't like them, don't read them, but please do come back and check out the fun stories, once in a while... ;)

I've written about my perfect-Scandinavian-looks-phobia and how I will never be that girl.
No wonder I hate Barbies. I never even liked them when I was a kid. I once got one, and I did ask for one for my birthday, as all the other girls were playing with them, I figured I had to have one as well.

From a young age I was confinced that you needed to look like Barbie to be succesfull. She always had beautiful clothes, a nice car, house, boyfriend, everything. Maybe I didn't really realize it back then, but now I can imagine I might have...

The oddest thing of all is that even though I dislike Barbie, I do have loads of respect for Marilyn Monroe. A strange fascination for this blonde woman. I even have pictures of her hanging around my house. Not just fascination, respect. And with respect I immediately found out why I detested the blonde population of our world. It wasn't like I didn't like any of them, there were just a few who soured it up for the rest. It wasn't just because they were blonde... No, it was the way they caried themselves. An ugly way. A way to make me feel miserable.

But now, the time has come to say thank you. So, thanks Jessica (and many others, whom I won't mention by name), for making life hard for me at times, for years making me to have wanted to look and be just like you. But now, still not 100% satisfied with who I am and what I look like, I am glad I am not you and the personality that you carry.

Monty; Hours before playing with his latest toy...