Today I am testing my new walking shoes… Wanna come with me and stroll around Montréal a bit? I admit my neighbouhood isn’t the most exciting, but it doesn’t mean the walk will be dull. We can take all the backstreets, with their tiny fenced backyards and their stray cats passing by… We can…… Continue reading These shoes are made for walking…
Dear Mom and Dad, I woke up this morning in Albania. I was a bit confused at first, not quite sure if I was still dreaming, but it seems that I really am in Vlora. I just didn’t want you to worry while I find out what is going out here… I apparently live…… Continue reading Bons baisers d’Albanie…
I know some people who only speak French. And people that only speak English… I never could have done that. Very early, I discovered I had an easiness with language learning. It probably came from my interest in other languages, or at least, that helped a lot. I learned English out of pure need. I…… Continue reading Je parle…
I work in the technical support field. Having worked as an ambulance dispatcher in the past, I now put things in perspective, and regularly tell myself that no matter what goes wrong with what I do, nobody will die at the end of my call (or else things will have gone AWFULLY wrong). But less…… Continue reading French colors…
Yeah, atoms and bikinis in the same post. Ok, mainly bikinis. Since they’ve been the talk of the town lately, I thought I’d do a little research about them so dreamy bikini things. I thought I’d ask my dear Wikifriend, because no one can provide unsure information like Wiki does. I tried both…… Continue reading Atoms and Bikinis…
I read that a singer in Indonesia died after being bitten by a cobra. I don’t trust the Internets, but the story got my interest anyway. It seems that the young woman was performing on stage, with snakes around her. At one point, she danced her way right and left, and stepped on a cobra’s…… Continue reading The show must go on…
Out of the Big Apple we were… Probably not wanting all that much to head home, we wandered a little bit in the subburbs, turnin left or right as we felt it, leaving Google’s good advices and our still brand new map on the backseat. And we got our gas money’s worth of sights as…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 3)
It was a bright sunny day… A day like any other, but it was the day she had chosen… She had awaken early, before the sun had begun to rise on the horizon. She had taken a light meal in the breakfast nook, and drawn herself a hot bath, filling the apartment’s air with a…… Continue reading Under the big oak tree…
Do you remember our walk on the beach? No, I don’t… Of course, you remember… You had begged for me to take you there, although I had promised to already. You’ve been such a child about it. “Take me there, why won’t you? If you don’t take me there, I won’t let anybody else take…… Continue reading Do you remember?
This will be short, but I just had to post it in case someone fell on this message and could help me figure out what just happened. It seems that one of my posts has been re-blogged on this website called Dragplus. The concept of Dragplus is rather blurry to me, but I am…… Continue reading I’ve been Dragplused… ?!?
Cyranny's Cove 