Blogging · Denmark · flags · funny · Me myself and I · Second chance · Thoughts

Oh no… (January 17th FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Oh no… (January 17th FFF)

After Eight Moment · Blogging · nature · summer · Thoughts

After Eight Moments…

    A guy at work asked me today… I saw you kneeling down to the ground, earlier… What were you doing? I explained to him that I was taking a picture of a little mushroom that was growing betweend trees. Why? I tried to make a point that I wanted to show out things…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…

Blogging · Denmark · short · Thoughts

Why??

German police have detained the former Catalan president Carles Puigdemont under a European arrest warrant as he crossed from Denmark into Germany. (you can read about it here) Why, Mr Puigdemont? Why leave Denmark? *sigh*

Blogging · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Why do you blog?

A lot of people don’t understand blogging. I couldn’t blame them, just a little short under two years ago, I didn’t know either. All I had heard about blogging was from professional bloggers that did movie reviews, or wrote about traveling or cooking. To me, blogging was a job, and I had never considered it…… Continue reading Why do you blog?

Blogging · Denmark · flags · funny · Me myself and I

Oh no…

My worst nightmare. Ok, I might be a little over dramatic here, but still… It is scary, and it saddens me, and I think I might just call in sick (anything not to go to the office, lol) The disease is spreading! You might remember, a few days ago, when Australia lost its flag? Well,…… Continue reading Oh no…

Blogging · Fiction · November Notes · Uncategorized

Buses and trains…

    So many times, taken whole and soon left empty on the sidewalk, the perpetual victim of a heartless hit and run The wrecked leftover of their wicked love story fragile body broken to pieces, though still waiting for the one   Why? Why oh why didn’t you warn me, mommy? That they’d tear…… Continue reading Buses and trains…