I am not a shopping girl. The Good Girly Fairy didn’t come over my crib, and I rarely can be found in a mall, unless I really need something specific. One of the only exceptions, is the fun I have going to Dollar Stores with my bestfriend. Cheap shopping, fun knick knacks… We are like…… Continue reading Tiger!
So vividly that not one second will ever melt down into oblivion… Until I forget… But I won’t.
Funny how some memories fade almost straight after living the moment and how some never die. For some reason, bad events seem to stick more to the back of my mind. I am prompt to remember times when people hurt me, or times I hurt people when I didn’t mean to… And sometimes, a good…… Continue reading I noticed you…
I was packing my backpack. Stocking only the essential, not needing more. I was excited, and frightened. I had a blind date with Denmark! Three weeks, a revelation, a turning point. The realization that sometimes, dreams do come true. A dream… captured in a few pictures. Until next time.
My furry alarm clock was set for 7h30 this morning. I didn’t agree, today being the last day of my vacation. But there’s no off button on these babies, and even the snooze is questionnable. So, here I am, up and cutting on much needed beauty sleep. Meh! Luckily, the Internets never sleep, so I…… Continue reading Souvenirs, souvenirs…
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…
Often people would say, Oh, butterflies remind me of you… or, Every time I watch the sun set, I think of you! But she didn’t need reminders… Because you don’t have to remember what sticks to your very mind…
This morning, I watched a short video showing the opening of a time capsule, hidden in the Californian mountains back in 1986… A letter written by a back then 10 years old girl, on the back of the map used to get to that special place. An old rusty penny, at the bottom of what…… Continue reading Time capsule…
I am building up a playlist for Tuesday’s party, do you have any ideas? My brother’s Messenger bubble head has just popped up on the screen… Tuesday, an old friend is throwing a summer party. A very special party gathering a whole bunch of people I haven’t seen in 20 years or so. As I…… Continue reading Soaking in the early nineties…
Kamsar existed because of and for the local bauxite processing plant, CBG. It was the home of the numerous expats picked throughout the world to work for CBG, and a few priviledged locals. Our lives revolved around the company, depending on it for all and anything… We didn’t have any live tv chanel, no…… Continue reading Kamsar, random tales…The hen that wasn’t
Cyranny's Cove 