Wednesday, August 29, 2012


A few days to go before my eight week lasting holiday will come to an end. An abrupt end, I must say. Eight weeks might seem like a long time, and it probably is quite a while, but I haven't had experienced one moment of rest yet. So I decided to spend the last days of my vacation the way I like it; spending time with family and friends. I even took this week off work, in order to do so. Hmm the sweet life.

Unfortunately I, the clumsy human being that I am, spilled a glass of ginger ale, all over my laptop. You probably can guess how I'm going to spend my heard-earned holiday money?! So I won't be able to post anything for a couple of days. 

Ph. by Marloes

Top HM Trend
Necklace HM
Jeans River Island
Heels Random

Edit: I've opened an Instagram account; follow me at @sabri3na

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Around this period of time I always keep close eye to my blog's email account. Very close eye. Because last year around this time I got an invitation from the sweet Oona PR-crew; an invitation to have a look at what River Island -which happens to be one of my favorite stores evah- has upcoming winter in store for us. The collection, as well as the location the collection was presented, were breathtaking; it felt as if I was wandering around a museum. A museum filled with gorgeous garments, awesome people and delicious cocktails.

A special thanks to Oona PR for inviting me.

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Friday, August 17, 2012

It's been over two weeks now, since I left India, and I must admit there hasn't passed a day yet without India on my mind. It was an amazing experience, which I probably won't ever forget. I don't think I will do this type of volunteer work any time soon. But man, it was great! 
Here is part two of the pictures I took (click here for part one).
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1. The welcome ceremony at the school which was held to honor our arrival 
2. A hollow dog at the entrance of Agra Ford
3. L. A student of the first school we worked; R. The neighbor of my guest family 
4. A young girl with the most intriguing look I have seen, this girl lives at the slums. Today she was accompanying her dad, who is a Rickshaw driver
5. The monkey who stole my temple bag
6. L. A student of the village school; R. A young pelgrim in Haridwar, who carries the holy water from the Ganges 

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Only 10 hours and 30 minutes to go before I'm 20 years oldHow am I spending my last day as a teenager? Laying in bed, sick. Jup, Sabrina's got a pneumonia. But I'm sure the antibiotics and the prednisone got it covered, so I should be fit as a fiddle within no time. Can't wait!
These pictures were taking during fashion week, a while ago.
Ph. by Whitney

Blazer F21
Blouse Primark/ DIY
Belt Primark
High Waisted Jeans River Island
Necklace H&M
Boots Acne

Friday, August 3, 2012


Holy Cow! Wednesday I came home from my two-and-a-half week lasting journey trough India. I've visited Delhi, Haridwar, Rishikesh, Faridabad and Agra. It was impressive in so many ways. I really felt out of my comfort zone in a way I could never imagine. I was confronted with things I had never expected to see in real life, things as poverty, child labour and poor hygienics. It was really hard for me, especially on the emotional level. India has moved me in so many ways, it was an experience I will never forget. An experience which has made me learn more about the world, an more about myself. I left a piece of my heart in a mystic country called India.
A friend of my, who's currently visiting India (the coincidence), posted a beautiful anacdote on Facebook. Which in my opinion describes India in a way I wouldn't be able to do. That's why I'd love to share it with you:

"The country of the wonderful buildings. The country of chaos and fuss. The country in which no millisecond passes without the sound of honking cars. The country of the freaking hot days. The country of begging mothers, who pinch their babies so they cry harder.. Hoping for more money. The country in which you say the word 'No' at least four times a minute. The country where a Zingerburger at KFC costs only €1,49. The country where the trains are probably older than me, but are still in business. I wonder how many times I will be scared to death in those racing Rikshaws, while crossing over the street, and how long I have to negotiate about prices before I get fooled in a way that's acceptable. The past couple of days I've seen the most bizarre, special, moving and impressive things. I will let myself surprise by Incredible India!" - J.

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