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)
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… ?!?
CouchSurfing… I’ve talked about it in the past, but I thought I’d be more technical this time. Less fiction, more reality. Because it is becoming very real with the days rolling by. So, what is CouchSurfing? It is an impressive network of people all around the globe, either hosting people coming to their town, or…… Continue reading My couch collection…
Un vêtement sur deux n’est pas vendu au Canada. Title of a big enquiry that was held in Canada lately. Well, big, there are worst things to worry about, but still… So, in English; “One piece of clothing out of two, isn’t sold in Canada”. I heard that on tv, and thought to myself that…… Continue reading The importance of commas…
The Big Apple… I never had an appeal for big cities. Big cities are loud, crowded and dirty… I probably thought that because I had always lived in peaceful little places. New York was far from a peaceful little place. It was big. American Big. As soon as we entered Manhattan’s core, I felt like…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 2)
Do you remember our roadtrip in 2001? The one that we arranged when I found the supposedly exact address for Amytiville’s famous haunted house. Arranged being a big word… If my memory is good, the conversation resembled this; Hey, I found the Amityville house’s address! Really?? We should go… We should, indeed! How about next…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction?
This morning Svendborg’s Fairy whispered to my ear again… I was still asleep, it goes without saying. For this is the way fairies talk to simple humans. She gave me more information about the green magic dress, and was pleased that I was taking her mission at heart. How could I take things lightly? She…… Continue reading From fairytales to spying games….
Dear friend, I took this picture shortly after you went to bed tonight. I wanted to capture the moment. I think you’ll like it as much as I do, or at least I hope so. It is just imperfect enough to my liking. A little blurry, like me, presenting a questionable subject, badly framed. That’s…… Continue reading Because the moon in your sky is the moon in mine… A response to my dear faraway friend, and possibly the longest Blog post title in the history of Blogging!
Apart, yet together… You sit on my lap, fiction meeting with reality, making me unexplainably nervous… I shake a bit, it is silly. Words at a loss for words, not like the usual me. Trying to find the witty thing to say, ending out silent and staring. Dang! Language flipping, trying my best to follow…… Continue reading Home alone…
Once I was 6 years old… I was the bubbliest little girl. I had long dark brown hair almost down to my knees, and wide hazel eyes open to the world. I started going to school, loved every minute with my teachers, devoured knowledge, was curious about anything and everything. I followed my parents, moving…… Continue reading Once I was 6 years old…
Cyranny's Cove 