| eurovision and me |
[May. 17th, 2009|11:23 pm] |
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caught the end of the eurovision finals on tv just now. and norway won. and it reminded me of being in bergen with laurie and flora, and battling the snow and finding quaint cosy cafes up the hill in some random back lane, and the wonderful train ride with rolling hills and frozen lakes, snow on treetops and pure, untouched nature.
and hearing the winner give his thank you speech made me miss that heavily swedish-accented english, and being able to listen to people around me speaking swedish and picking up bits of words that i understand. (and although the winner was norwegian, i'm pretty sure he said something about tomorrow)
and because of all these, its opened up my little box of malmö memories.
like warm milk and honey in the kitchen with bianca and laurie.
like nutella and crepes and lemon and sugar.
like "the terrible threes trip to norway"
like movies in laurie's room, huddled under blankets.
like cider (which i miss dearly) and poker and drunk fredrick.
like the excitement of planning and going away every month to some new and unexplored corner of the earth.
like the cobbled streets of shopping and the shops tucked away in little corners.
like the christmas lights and light snow and going ice skating.
like our cosy underground cafe with awesome coffee, comfy seats and beautifully painted walls.
like the friendships and love and laughter that i left behind in that little red brick building called celciusgården.
at the end of the day, all you have is a little box of memories buried deep in the crevices of your heart and life goes on. |
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| all i really need to know i learned in kindergarten. |
[Mar. 24th, 2009|08:55 pm] |
Read this while doing my qt the other day.. :)
"These are the things I learned: Share everything. Play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt someone. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life. Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work some every day.
Take a nap every afternoon. When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands, and stick together. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the plastic cup. The roots go down, and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we're all like that.
Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup - they all die. So do we.
And then, remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first word you learned, the biggest word of all: LOOK. Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and sane living.
Think of what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes. And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together."
Now, how meaningful is that! :) It made me laugh. |
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| the very hungry caterpillar! |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|10:49 pm] |
hee hee! this lj is dying a slow death.. and google.com.au is showing a very hungry caterpillar.. i'm sure none of you will understand the significance of this unless you read children's picture books.. hur hur..
how cute is this! :P |
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[Jan. 27th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
its strange being back this time around.
the first day back, i couldn't shirk my accent off.
the second day back, i couldn't sleep between the hours of 0500 and 0800.
the third day back, i couldn't get used to the bright, hot, humidity.
i'm also really looking forward to march. for a myriad of reasons.
one of it being that i feel so much in transition now. its almost as if i have to get back to Melbourne to settle back into routine.
and well, :) |
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| quote of the day |
[Jan. 22nd, 2009|10:15 am] |
M (5 year old kid who just learnt how to count to 40): how old are you, Esther?
Me: 22
M (counts under her breath): 22, 23, 24, 25....
M: Wow! You're almost 30!! :D
Me: Well, no, not really...
My supervising teacher couldn't stop laughing at me after that.. :( I'm most definitely not 'almost 30'! raar.. |
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