Today is a very special International Day. It is… International Ferrets’ Day! Meet Pippi! Pippi was my little brother’s only pet so far. My parents bought the furry thing for his birthday in 2002. (if my memory is good, and it isn’t, but I am guessing it doesn’t really matter all that…… Continue reading International Day of the Day…
This afternoon, one of the guys of the department next to ours came knocking at our door to offer my colleagues and I some cookies. I’m no Cookie Monster… You remember this friendly gang, don’t you? (Cookie Monster is the big blue fuzzy thing on the right. For some reason, I prefered Oscar, the…… Continue reading Nostalgia…
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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,…
I’m big on mints… A fresh breath is one important thing! When I went to the Dollar Store the other day, I came upon the above. Thrills. In my mind, it just spells “Yuck”. Why oh why would someone want to have a soap scented breath?? Worse, why would someone want to have a taste…… Continue reading Fresh breath…
Good old Nokia is not dead yet… It still holds treasures. A little emergency treatment should allow me to get those good memories back… Fingers crossed…
Old… People who know me closely know I hate that word. Unless it is used to describe wine or cheese. “Old” irritates me. “Old” doesn’t exist in my vocabulary. To the limit, I’ll say older. “Old” people get grumpy and bitter. If you don’t fit those 2 categories, you’re not “old”, you’ve just been young…… Continue reading Old – AKA the dirty word.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxcDTUMLQJI I don’t know why, but I had this song in my head for a couple of days… I could have jumped on the Internets, and listened to it. But it is just not fun to reach out and grab whatever you want all the time… Sometimes you just want life to offer…… Continue reading Mysterious ways…
I think it was Patrick, but it is quite blurry in my mind. Maybe you wanted to vanish so much, you took your name along with you, to make sure not to leave any trace behind… I had met you online. On mIRC, for those who remember. You were seventeen. I have no idea…… Continue reading Forgive me, for having forgotten your name…
This one I have to write in French, because Guinea is a French speaking country, and its visit in the Cove deserves to be mentioned… Chère Guinée, Hier, j’ai vu ton drapeau flotter dans mes statistiques. Tu ne t’es pas arrêtée longtemps, mais ton passage m’a fait chaud au coeur! Guinée, tu…… Continue reading Colorier la Guinée…
Yeux brillants Les tiens, les miens Dans un magasin de bonbons, deux enfants… Le jaune des voitures Jeux de gamins Une journée sans rature… Une friandise Cueillie au creux de ta main Minute précieuse que je mémorise… Yeux brillants Les miens, les tiens Yeux de mômes qui brillent ensemble l’espace d’un…… Continue reading Souvenirs…
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