I still remember you my friend… It was back in my younger years. Way back. We had met online, I couldn’t recall how or why… I remember our first conversations over the phone. You had a deep, warm, soothing voice. You told me you were studying to be a doctor, that you were trying to…… Continue reading Until death do us part…
Yeah you there! I’ve seen you in my stats and you intrigue me 🙂 “Why haven’t you waved at Australia or Germany in the past? Why does Lebanon get so much of your attention suddenly? Planin on cheating on Denmark? Unfaithful girl, keep your hugs and kisses for Denmark, it’s been doing pretty much all…… Continue reading Hey there Lebanon!
This title just doesn’t sound right… For a French speaking girl it doesn’t. “Une couche” (plural: des couches) is a diaper. So my brain being on the French/English switch when I blog, I can’t get passed the awkwardness of shopping for diapers… Not that it is awkward per say. But I don’t have a baby,…… Continue reading Shopping for couches…
Je ne crois pas aux « je n’ai pas le choix ». MĂŞme si comme tout le monde, ils sortent parfois de ma bouche, je n’y crois pas dans le fond. Tu as toujours le choix… Et sur le rebord de la falaise, avec tes orteils dans le vide et tes cheveux dans le vent, tu as…… Continue reading MĂŞme sur le bord d’une falaise, tu as toujours le choix…
Along the years, my family and I have discovered how memories are not a precise science. Unless we have a picture of it, or still have it on tape, memory recollection over a good supper is always more like a debate than anything else… We have four absolutely different bags of souvenirs of the last…… Continue reading Family memories…
Funny how we humans are. Always needing to communicate… Today, sitting alone, listening to Stingray’s “pop adult” channel, I wonder just how much people expect and want me to speak up. What if I didn’t? All day long. What if I just listened and nodded back when spoken to? Would people even notice? Thinking about…… Continue reading Shhhhhh…
Mr Frost is going mad today. I texted him to say Denmark had already granted us the victory in the “which country is the coldest” challenge… No response. I have to walk to work in a couple of hours, and it is not tempting! My tablet’s weather app shows a nice-24, that being -40 degrees…… Continue reading Dang! It’s cold outside…
Pas le pouvoir. Pouvoir tout court. J’ai eu une conversation avec chĂ©ri il y a quelques jours. Je lui ai expliquĂ© Ă quel point j’avais envie de partir. Pas de le quitter. Partir tout court, Ă l’autre bout du monde. Parce que je suis comme ça. Parce qu’il me vient le besoin viscĂ©ral des oiseaux…… Continue reading Pouvoir, c’est fort.
Already 3 months… It is snowing today, the kind of snow that makes foreigners dream about QuĂ©bec. Big chunky snowflakes falling slowly, no wind at all, and a very comfortably cold temperature… Three months ago, we couldn’t even say winter had started yet, since Mr Frost, as some would call him, had seemed to get…… Continue reading Trejde mĂĄned…
This morning, still in the keeping-eyes-open process, and dealing with a 3 pound kitten that is convinced she is a cheetah… (Can’t blame her, we all had our phase haven’t we?) First (or about) post my eyes fall upon is called “The perfect wedding dress”… Chill down my spine, but not the usual “Oh-chĂ©ri-let’s-get-married-so-I-can-get-a-dress-like-that” chill….…… Continue reading The perfect wedding dress…
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