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…
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…
Word of the day… Fjollet, silly… I wonder if Danes’ fjollet has the same twist silly has. Translation in French would be “idiot, stupide, ridicule, bête, sot…” which are all very different from silly. I might be wrong, English being my second language, and not considering I master it 100%, but silly is not a…… Continue reading Fjollet…
You did. It is not like me to let you, not anymore at least. You had your good years, but I had to calm you down. You silly me with the silly plans of taking over the world and having fun and such silly agendas. We are older now… I am, no matter what you…… Continue reading You won…
I can be such a daredevil. I can be wild and mindless and do the craziest things… Sunday morning, sitting on the couch, preparing posts that probably won’t make it to the “Publish” key, I tune in the Adult Pop channel but I leave the Stingray application off. Dang am I daring! To those of…… Continue reading Living dangerously…
Din beskeder begynder at være meget imponerende. Translation; “Your messages are becoming very impressive”… Maybe am I just an easily pleased girl, but it was worth a thousand empty compliments. Too bad I don’t exclusively communicate by text messages. Too bad I don’t even own a cellphone! Then I would be quite an imponerende pige,…… Continue reading Imponerende…
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…
Some people envy others for extravagant reasons. Because they have lots of money, because they have fame, because they travel through the world first class… I don’t. Oh, I buy my loterie ticket from time to time, hoping to forget what it is to calculate all the time, but I don’t feel it is unfair…… Continue reading Some people are just lucky…
Like a white blank page. Waiting to be filled… But denied of any word or sound or anything such. Just silence… A Café for thoughts, a place for them to meet and discuss, and argue. – Where have the music gone? – It was distracting Her I think. In the silence, dreams and demons are…… Continue reading Silence…
Cyranny's Cove 