Monthly Archives: March 2010

Finally done with work for the evening! I’m now on the couch, relaxing, watching Criminal Minds and eating low calorie ice lollies….*bliss*. Sebastian is finally better having been ill for almost a week now. Au contraire Reinout is in bed with with what seems to be the first symptoms of a(nother) flu.

It’s been a good but busy day, I had a meeting with J in Amsterdam. Had lunch at home and managed to work through my inbox (down to 7 items!) and my action list (sanitized and organized!) a great deal.

Now relaxation and a great night’s sleep…

Ta ta!


Done with work!

Good meeting in Amsterdam, followed by wine and snacks at Viqh’s winebar. I’m now in bed browsing the site Although yesterday’s fashion, there are loads of bargains to be made for excellent prices on this online outlet store!

Like this stunning dress from Marchesa discounted 65% to a mere EUR 2819;-. Or how about a a little black dress from Azzaro, reduced 50% to EUR 1843;-.



This casual, yet sexy batwing sweater dress from Chloe is a must-have! It’s your’s for EUR 876;- (unless I don’t lay my hands on it!!)



Sometime, on the latter half of the day, Reinout sent me a message on skype:
“wine tonight at winebar, you and me?”
I didn’t have think twice. After a day that felt like the day from hell (you know the days when  the Gods seem to conspire against you, when the last bit of energy that’s left dissipates in the space of a nano-second, when the calls you didn’t wish to be bothered with queues up on the receiving end)….it was a welcomed interruption.

Reinout picked me up at 5.30 pm. “You know alcohol feels reaaaally good when you’ve had a fucked up day.” He was doing his best to cheer me up. 10 minutes later, having left our sick boy with our cleaning lady, I was sitting on a bar stool downing some Spanish dessert wine whilst planning our holidays in 3 weeks from now.

2 glasses later and I was marginally tipsy, swaying from one side to another. I was in desperate need of dinner, counter acting the alcohol that was ravishing through my veins. We settled for Mexican at Popocatepetl. A good beef fajita did the trick, although a frozen margarita acted somewhat counter productive. We walked out of the restaurant, no wiser on where to go for our holidays, target destinations ranging from Brazil to the Dutch island of Texel, Israel to Egypt, Gran Canaria to Stockholm. The only thing I know is that I need sun, sea and good wine. The rest will take car of itself.

PS: I’m still tipsy whilst writing this, so excuses for any language inconsistancies


This is what I need

Last night I had a bizarre encounter in a private chat on Facebook. Time was approaching midnight. As I was pretty tired, I occupied myself with googling some people in my immediate network, most notably my husband. To my pleasant surprise (and his horror) my blog comes up on top position on his name. At least I was doing something right (in Internet SEO terms anyways).

Reinout left after this shocking discovery, and I continued my mindless drift through the result pages of Google. Whilst doing so, I heard this familiar, what can only be described as a tap, indicating someone wanted to chat on Facebook. I thought it would R from Florida or someone else on the other side of the Atlantic.

To my surprise, it was….let us call him Mr. X. Mr. X is a friend or business acquaintance (or perhaps both, I am not too sure) of my husband. He was asking if Reinout was awake in a mix of English and Dutch.

I responded that he was working downstairs.

Mr. X asked if I could go and ask him if he would join the GamesCom pavilion this year. I had no objections to this. I went downstairs with my laptop. My husband was watching…..and this is going to put him to shame…..Oprah!!!

I said “Mr. X contacted me on facebook….he wants to know if you will attend GamesCom”

My husband looked at me in surprise. “Why does he want to know that now. Tell him I have sent numerous emails but he’s not responding.”
Reinout was obviously bothered to have been disturbed as he was watching his favourite talk show.

I handed him the laptop. “Here, you tell him.”

Reinout started to type…this is a transcript of the conversation….

23:50 Susanne aka Reinout
hey this is me rein
suus brought the computer to me
I am on skype always offline, but online
send you an email last week
about hosting
so did G

hey where the fuck are you now?
Mr. X Mr. X Mr. X Mr. X Mr. X

23:56 Mr. X
yes I had a meeting with the guy from the cdn
MM i’m @ home now
23:58 Susanne aka Reinout
cool call 2morrow?

00:00 Mr. X
between 10 and 11?
are you awake then ;)?
00:02 Susanne aka Reinout
sure call my mobile
see susanne’s blog?
see surprised me 🙂
00:03Mr. X
ok my bb and iphone died: is it +31 6 xx xx xx xx ?
00:04 Susanne aka Reinout

00:05Mr. X

the blog is disgusting!
exit rein

As I had been peaking over Reinout’s shoulder, I couldn’t help but seeing the direction the conversation was going in. My blog, disgusting??? What the F*ck did the guy mean? Reinout seemed equally perplexed. “Perhaps he is drunk” he offered as an explanation. Then continued typing…

00:06 Susanne aka Reinout
think so too
no its not
00:06 Mr. X
hardcore sleep porn
00:06 Susanne aka Reinout
shut up suus
she can hardly walk without falling

00:06Mr. X

I sat divorce!
no go

00:07 Susanne aka Reinout


00:07 Mr. X

start over
game over
next level

Needless to say, Mr. X lives for his games, applying the virtual world to the real!

00:07 Susanne aka Reinout

OMG! This was going in a really strange direction, but the worst was yet to come…

00:07 Mr. X
how can she do that to you?

00:07 Susanne aka Reinout

i know

Do what?? He was talking like I had become some kind of aberration, an abnormality, a cancer that should be eradicated and best left forgotten.

00:08 Mr. X
Is the sex still good?
00:08 Susanne aka Reinout

00:08 Mr. X

00:08 Susanne aka Reinout
thats not the problem
00:08 Mr. X
OK, good to hear

00:09 Susanne aka Reinout

ah well
life goes on
00:09 Mr. X
Rein, next time when you are both on a plane: give her something to sleep and start a shoot in the cockpit with that woman!

Perhaps because I was so worked up by the whole chat that was developing in front of my eyes, I snatched the laptop from my husband and hijacked the conversation….without telling it was me of course 😉

00:10Susanne aka the real me
what do you mean?

My initial thoughts were that Mr. X was proposing to get rid of me. Shoot me, point blank. But the whole airplane scenario didn’t make sense. But then again, perhaps that had to do with his seemingly intoxicated state.

00:10Mr. X
susanne asleep?

I should have answered yes here, but was too worked up by his proposal to shoot me.
00:10 Susanne aka the real Me
but the shooting part?
It sounds interesting
00:11Mr. X
photo shoot
00:11Susanne aka the real Me
Aha, I was thinking of another shooting…hehe
00:11Mr. X
no no
you guy’s! beyond!

aka the real Me
ok off to sleep, talk to you tomorrow

I left the conversation. Perhaps I should have been prying more into Mr. X thoughts about me, which by the sound of it were not too high in opinion.
We continued to watch Oprah. Somehow she managed with the impossible task of restoring the equilibrium.

Just finished off work, after a long day doing a million thing inbetween preparing a contract template. Although I have no legal background, I’ve written so many contracts in the last years that I’ve become a bit of an expert on the subject. Still it’s boring as hell and only 4 cups of coffee could keep me going.

Y came over for a quick coffee at lunch, and we exchanged beauty tips and plastic surgery advice! Or at least I was the one going through them in rapid order… Microdermabrasions, Endermology, teeth whitening, hair extensions, vein removals, and of course my latest procedure… I’ve turned out to be a walking encyclopedia on beauty treatments!

Now it’s time for dinner. I’m on my Stewardess diet again (needless to say I gained a kilo with the implants!), which means an orange for breakfast, fruit and eggs for lunch and steak for dinner.

Ta ta!


Happy the day is over!

Since the operation, I had my first good night sleep. The pain is reduced to a dull muscle ache, and although I can’t lift anything heave or do any sports for a few more weeks, I’m back to being mobile again. Needless to say, there were quite a few eyebrows being raised after my announcement. It was no secret I was into some mild high-maintenance scheme to retain my youth, but a boob job seemed a bit out of the ordinary. Especially since I pride in everything natural, classic and pure look and feel. This was a clear diversion on such path.

Well, for this to be my confession as to why I did it, it starts with some discussions I had with my husband over a year ago. He was not adverse to the idea, and to be honest neither was I, but at the same time it didn’t really feel like something I needed. That until I went through a second pregnancy. There is no debate that pregnancies and breastfeeding doesn’t do much for keeping your front assets plump. And although I never had the problem of sagging (thank God for who invented the push-up….and I’m not talking about the bra!), they hadn’t exactly bounced back into their pre-pregnancy shape either.

All well and done, I did a bit of research and one clinic that was recommended to me was the Jan van Goyen Kliniek in Amsterdam. I made an appointment, and I must admit my first talk with the surgeon (Dr. Tan) was a bit awkward. Dr. Tan (who I presume is from Chinese heritage) was a small, middle age, balding man. As I sat in front of him, I observed every detail….from his shoes to his finger nails. The latter were rather long (something I have seen in other Chinese men too) and a bit grubby, and what I presumed nicotine stained. It made me somewhat uneasy, as this was the man that was going to be in charge of my breasts a week later.
There wasn’t so much time to look for another clinic, especially as it was scheduled to take place whilst Reinout was away on a conference. When I came home I did some further research and although I couldn’t find much apart from a long track-record in plastic surgery, I couldn’t find anything to contradict what seemed impeccable career. Faith took over, and I was counting down the days.
Reinout left the same morning that I was going to have my operation, for San Fransisco. He was not pleased that he was going to be so far away whilst I lay on an operating table. I on the other hand arrived at the clinic. After a talk with a very nice nurse, I got changed to my operation attire. As I sat waiting for the proceedure, the anesthesiologist came in. I must say I was a bit in shock. Before me stood a very skinny man, Jamaican looking, with something I presumed was a rastafari hairdo under the green surgical cap. Although I hold no racist sentiments (really NOT!!) one does possess preconceived ideas about most people one meet, and they guy seemed so out of place. But he was very sweet and very chatty and put all my concerns to rest.
As I had to walk into the theater, there were a bunch of people preparing for the operation, and if I had any apprehensions about going through the procedure, it was buried once and for all. The anesthesiologist gave me an injection and within 10 seconds I was fast asleep. The operation took place around 9 and at noon I was awake. I was told everything went well, two implants of 360 cc each (the equivalent of a DD cup size). The breast implant I chose for was of a natural, drop shape, instead of the more common round one.

The first days were pretty painful but I was prescribed painkillers for this. You have to wear a sports bra, and there is no sports or dancing until 6 weeks after the operation as the implants have to settle. Furthermore, as the implant was placed behind the muscle, the breast muscle is pretty sore and lifting and raising your arms are out of the question.

Now a bit over a week on, I’m really pleased with the result. I know they will settle more, but it already looks and feel fine. Would I recommend it to anyone? As with any plastic surgery, one has to ask oneself if it’s really necessary. In my case there was actually no real need, and my self-esteem wasn’t suffering either. But on the other side, it’s a great confidence booster, and I do think my silhouette looks a lot better now. As for now I think I will keep myself as I am. I feel finally (after a year of battling post-pregnancy weight, hair loss and sagging skin) pretty happy with myself. And as they say, the proof is in the pudding!


Happy gal! The cute little top is from S’nob

The weather is great (finally spring is coming!!) and I feel like going for a run. In fact I want to kickstart my work-out regime this spring, doing a lot of running and targeted training for thighs, stomach and butt. Can’t do any physical activities though for another 5 weeks though 🙁

In the meantime I shall be pining for a good work-out whilst listening to this great club track (this should make Reinout happy now!!)

Reinout just sent me upstairs under the pretext that I needed some sleep. In fact it’s his way of saying “Woman, I need some time alone to listen to my music.” He’s on a high….I’m on a…I don’t know what really…the codein pills I have been prescribed is making me so tired and the days are passing by in some kind of haze. I look forward to get off them at the end of the week.

So now I’m upstairs, having some “me” time. I’ve applied my favourite skin rejuvination treatment: Natura Bisse’s Glyco Peeling (50%). It’s the next best thing after a chemical peel, gently exfoliating the top layer of the skin as well as getting rid of hyper pigmentation, acne scarring and fine lines and wrinkles of the face. The peeling should be done for about 6 weeks, twice a week. After the peel, the skin will start to exfoliate so it’s important to hydrate well. I apply bio oil afterwards, which is also a great (and very cost effective) treatment against hyperpigementation, stretchmarks and scarring. I use bio oil every day under my day and night cream. It’s dirt cheap, 30 ml priced at a mere EUR 10;-.

In general Natura Bisse’s products are great, and my hyperpigmentation has been reduced a lot since I started using their products. For more information, and rating (their product reviews are among the best!) check out MakeupAlley.


Natura Bisse Glyco Peeling (50%)

Monday morning. Despite an interrupted sleep and a flu that has transcended into a cold (my throat and ears are in paaaaiiiin), I feel good. Reinout is home with me, bringing me coffee and kisses on the forehead whilst I sit here working on the action list for the week.

I’m in the mood for light music, and listening to my Erotic Lounge suite. It reminds me of holidays at the Mediterranean. Warm chalk stones, glittering sea, newly painted toe nails in Karen Millen strappy sandals…

Talking of which, a few weeks ago I came across this group from Italy Four Goes – they’ve released their first demo, Secret Box (love the voice of the leadsinger!!!), on Myspace. Check it out here:

Until the holiday season starts… dream away… Planet Funk: Under the Rain


Victoria took some liberties while Reinout was sleeping off his jet lag


After dressing him up and taking pictures, the monster woke up…


A cross between Spiderman & a ski instuctor???

I guess Reinout is getting ready for his next trip….next the Alps 🙂