She opened her cupped hands a little to reveal a little brown frog.
With a large grin on her face she ran off to find the perfect spot to release it.
I saw her sticking her hands into the water fountain,
then dripping some water on the tiny creature to keep it wet.
And she came back to us, extremely pleased.

This was typed at 106am, Sunday 29th August.

I realize that I have been blogging about crappy cheese,
So I am going to make up for it.
(This is a little break from my assignment.)

Today I am going to blabber,
About the Bibliotek. (Library) cum Kulturhus in Haninge.
It is a brilliant place that I go to religiously,
With free wireless internet (but you have to pay for the loo),
Although it somehow doesn’t allow Java Scripts to run.
There are these tall glass facades,
Which makes one feel like you are sitting amongst the trees.
A lot of natural light goes into the place,
Which may put a strain on your eyes when you are on the ‘puter,
But I am sure this is something we will appreciate,
Especially in later autumn/winter.

On the sidenote,
The two houses organized a BBQ today,
With tons and tons of wonderful food.
My fried rice was a complete failure,
Cos the rice was too wet (no rice cooker).
With the advice of a proper chef,
We dumped it into a thingy and place it in the oven,
With grated parmesan cheese to top it off.

How did it taste?
“It’s nice!”,they said.
“Thank you, you are nice!"
Let’s just say I wish I could buy direct from a zi cha stall.
It was Mieke’s birthday the next day,
So Stef had people gathering in my room to sign her card.
Sadly, my room was already a mess before they came.

“Would you like to come to my room?”
“Uh… what is in your room?”
“Hmm. Me… and lotsa fun, and a big secret.” ;-]

Oops, what did I say about blogging quality.
Back to the assignment now…

You've filled my eyes with fireflies...

Maybe it is just a little C*

"How much do you know about this person?"

You feel like knocking on her door,
Then you kinda wanna stop yourself,
(Succeeding sometimes) ;
You sorta think about this girl,
Cos she has gone off for the weekend,
And you haven't spoke to her much for 24 hours...

Must be the boredom in the suburbs.

Assignment1: My Favourite Light.

... is the light in your eyes...
May S.

Ah May scores.

It is kinda interesting,
To see tiny shimmers on a girl's arm,
Then realise it is just blonde hair.
* blink *
All that glitter,
IS gold afterall.

Joy + Nostalgia.

Found a good 4.7GB of MP3s,
In the old HDD I brought along.
Yee-haa.

"7th of January."

OH NO,
Not another Capricorn.

Vart ska du?

Safe and sound in Sweden.
After a painfuly journey,
Lugging nearly 40kg of stuff,
Day 1 was spent springcleaning the house.
It is a bonding activity afterall.
Explains the backache today.

First day of lecture,
I have already nodded off twice.
BAD record, ecks.

Residents of Hus 2 and 3 so far -
4 Brazilians
1 Canadian
2 Dutch
1 English
5 Germans (going to be 6)
3.5 Nigerians
1 Scottish
1 Singaporean
1 Swede (another 1 coming)
(And one more Aussie coming)

Was abit sian at first,
Cos the first 4 people I met,
Were 2 couples,
And then everyone else I met,
Talked about boyfriends,
And already formed cliques.
Then alot of German spoken.
Plus a hyperactive child in the house.

But hey, it will be OK.
Jack is always OK.

Before & After.

Results from experimenting with Gatsy Pearl Beige on blonde hair.

The long wait at the clinic,
Left me feeling extremely unsettled.
What an irony.

That fragile feeling carried on,
Infiltrating every aspect of today,
And every tiny cell in my body.

The hunger and deep desire,
For a conversation that I could feel excited by,
Left me deeply depressed for the rest of the day.
Suddenly it seems like there is this big holllow,
Which can find nothing to fill it, ever.

I'm such a wuss,
I oughta be ashamed.
When the sun rises,
Everything will be OK.

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Amen.

Bought a external case today,
And retrieved some stuff from my old HDD.

Just when I thought I have lost everything,
That had meant the world to me,
I found a little gem amidst the dusty pile -

This chat log with "Holly",
Brought a little sand to my eyes.

Have you ever met someone,
After a couple of years of not seeing her?
Someone whoo used to be your neighbour,
Someone you used to enjoy talking to,
Someone you used to enjoy working with,
Someone who is really nice.

You swop numbers with this person,
Swop email addresses,
Take a picture.

About 10 days down the road,
Someone else sends you a text message,
That was the very last time you saw that person.
The very last time in your entire life.
How does that feel?

That is how I am feeling right now.