Stuff about Denmark

Okay I better write this blog in time. I’ve had so much stuff to do and yet so little. Anyway I think this week’s blog will be dedicated to the awesomeness of Denmark.  (Yes, that’s all I could come on with). When I tell people from the other parts of the world that I’m a Dane they often mention Legoland as an example to what they know about my country. It might not be a surprise for you, my dear reader, that LEGO (the bricks and everything else!) was invented by a Danish carpenter back in 1950’s and now is a worldwide phenomenon. And yes, I’m pretty proud of that because the LEGO bricks are really epic, and to sound like a cliché, it’s timeless.

Hans Christian Andersen

Okay, what else. Yes, there’ll be our most famous writer of all times Hans Christian Andersen, also known as H.C. Andersen. I think I’ll say “shame on you” if you haven’t heard of him. I’ll just mention a few of his stories. There’re “The Little Mermaid”, “The Emperor’s New Clothes”, “The Nightingale” and “The Snow Queen”, just to name a few. And of course my personally favourite, “The Ugly Duckling”. So if you’re a fan of fairytales, and not always want a happy ending, I recommend him.

The next thing I’ll mention might sound a bit silly, but I actually think it’s a great little fact. Denmark has the oldest flag in the entire world, and we call it “Dannebrog”. Once the Danes were in battle, probably against the Swedes I can’t remember, and we were almost losing. (Sources are telling me it happened in Estonia). Then suddenly, from the sky, “Dannebrog” came. The Danes gained new hope and won the battle. It’s actually a bit annoying that I can’t remember the details, but let’s just say that my History teacher wasn’t that great back in primary school.  

Besides everything I’ve mentioned I think I’ll just quick say: Food. We’re good at cooking, brilliant I might say, and we love it. We might not be as fat (sorry!) as the Americans but we sure know how to make good, tasty, unhealthy food. But I think that’s it. I have to get some sleep. Cheers! 

just a quick update

It's going to be a really short one this week, I'm a bit busy at the moment. I've been doing assignments for the next two weeks, because there's going to be a Northern Irish guy living in my house, Sofie and I are picking him up at the airport tomorrow afternoon...
Else from writing assignments, I've been watching Adventure Time, which I consider myself a fan of, after having seen every episode, and started doing fan-art, oh well, the fangirl has been let loose yet again.

I'm really sorry for this being so short, but I need sleep and stuff...

Christmas Time

Yesterday it was the first of December. To be honest I’ve been counting down until that day for weeks now and I was really excited when it finally arrived. Sadly I was sick yesterday, I still am by the way, and I was being dragged around in a town named Tønder near Germany. We saw heaps of Christmas stuff, fake Santa Clauses and it was cold, so it really felt like Christmas was near. Anyway that was actually something random, what I really wanted to talk about is the Danish Christmas. Nothing beats a good, old, Danish Christmas - Danes know how to cook, how to “hygge” (look that work up if you want to understand) and we know how to make a cheerful atmosphere even though you get a dictionary from grandmother.  Therefore I’ll start talking about one of the things I love the most about Christmas: The Danish TV-Calendar. Every year in Denmark at least two different TV-shows are shown on the television, made for children especially. Of course there’re more, often some for the “elders”, which often are shown later than the others. Anyway this year Danish television has decided to finally show my favourite TV-Calendar show of all time: Christmas in Valhalla (in Danish Jul I Valhal). A TV-Calendar is of course like a normal calendar, it has 24 episodes, each around 30 mins, and it’s shown every night until Christmas Eve where the epic ending finally comes. Christmas in Valhalla is about the Nordic Gods for example Thor, Loki, Odin, Heimdall, Sif, Tyr and so on. Yes, you might recognize some of the names from the films Thor and The Avengers. The story is not only about the Gods having trouble with Loki, but they need help from the main characters, two ordinary children who really dislike each other because they’re very different. Oh and did I forget to add that they sing also? (Here’s Loki’s epic song, in Danish of course… The subs are Norwegian).  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MU_FmphZ4xA (I couldn't get it here as a video, I'm sorry).

Risengrød

Okay, enough about that, the next thing is our food! Lots of people put on weight during Christmas and we Danes sure do too! We eat gingerbread biscuits, risalamande, duck, turkey, havergrynskugler and candy and lots and lots of other great stuff. Again look up the words if you want to know what it looks like. Here’s a picture of our ride pudding by the way. (No I haven’t had it yet, so I had to steal a picture from Google).

But there’s something I love way beyond and more than those things I just told you about, dear reader. I actually mentioned the word quickly and I’ll now do it again: “Hygge”. This word can’t be translated into English even though my old English teacher used to say it meant “cozy” I refuse to believe that’s a proper translation. “Hygge” can describe everything - a person, animals, rooms, atmospheres and stuff. Everything can be described with this word and Danes know exactly how to make any situation, like Christmas, “hyggelig”. Yes it’s a big Christmas cliché but the best thing about Christmas is to be together with your family, I do believe that, and I’m that lucky that I celebrate Christmas four days in a row - and that’s all for now!   

Childhood

First of all, I'm really sorry for being late, but I've been busy, and somewhat tired. It's been a busy week in the life of Sid, I had assignments to take care of, and then I had 25 people over for a party on Saturday, my classmates are lovely, but what a mess they can make.

Oh well, it is the last week of November now, Sille made sure I knew that, because that is apparently very important, but I don't want to talk about Christmas just yet, instead I want to talk about childhood (I sound like an old person sometimes, I'm sorry).

I started thinking about childhood memories because someone mentioned a smell, and I realised that there's a lot of things that reminds me of my childhood. The smell of dandelions makes me think about summers in my childhood, where we played with dandelions in the garden, I tiny rings you could make on fabric if you poked someone with the stalk, the tiny rings that just never came of your clothes again.
When I think summer I also think the taste of redcurrant, rhubarb, gooseberries and peas. I think dust in the hair after playing in the stable all day or in the loft of the barn. I can't think summer without thinking "cakes" made from sand and water. I think chasing chicken and pretending to be a ninja, spy or Jedi.

The Springtime for me was painting eggs for Easter, even though we never actually celebrated Easter, but we painted eggs and ate chocolate. In the Spring is also when both of my parents' birthdays are, so we always had to be creative and make lovely gifts for their birthdays.

Autumn in my childhood was rain, the smell of rain, wet hair and boots, jumping around in puddles of water (this is not only a childhood thing I still do this, it's quite amusing). Autumn was drinking hot chocolate while watching the rain outside my window, right after a long warm shower. Autumn was always my favourite time of the year, even though I often got colds around that time, but it's the time for staying inside and do nothing.

Winter has always been a time for food and gifts, because of Christmas yes, but also because of my birthday in February. I remember being so much snow one winter that me parents didn't go to work, and I was home from kindergarten, we had snowball fights, and my older brother threw my younger brother into a giant pile of snow, and he got so angry he didn't talk to us all day. Winter is the time for cold noses and wet clothes thrown in the hall, so the entire house starts smelling like snow, mixed with the smell of Christmas cookies coming from kitchen.

My childhood is a bunch of smells, tastes and feelings.

Stuff Sille doesn't understand about guys

As a girl, guys can be rather big mysteries though they might not be aware of it. It’s often said that girls are difficult to understand but in my opinion guys are just as complicated therefore I’ll share my top 3 list called “Things I don’t get when it comes to guys” - it’s a rather long name but I think it covers my point. Anyway let’s start with number 3: Hands in the pants. I’m not sure if all guys put their hands in their pants but my classmates do, especially during PE. I always thought it was pretty weird but maybe they froze I honestly don’t know or maybe “it” froze, who knows. Luckily I haven’t seen my new classmates do this but that’s because they’re too busy fooling around and comparing muscles… All righty let’s take number 2: The ability to eat/drink fast. I’ve always found it rather fascinating and annoying that guys are incredibly fast at eating and drinking. For example my brother can drain his glass of milk in 5 seconds without taking a single breath. It’s impressive, yes, but it also irritates me that I and lots of other girls can’t do that. Maybe it’s an ability only guys have I don’t know and I don’t get why they do it either. To look smart? Hmm anyway let’s take number 1: Women as objects. This point really frustrates me a lot mainly because I got guy-friends who think girls are objects and just a “thing” you can score and then throw out afterwards. I’m thinking, why? Lots of guys know that girls don’t want to be treated that way but still they speak about it in public forums. I, once again, have an example - a couple of weeks I sat next to some of my classmates, guys of course, and they were talking about girls. One of them said: “I was in Spain and there was this girl, she had greatest boobs I’ve ever seen! Gosh she was hot! My friend couldn’t keep his eyes of them!” Apparently this friend was so focused on the Spanish girl’s boobs that she had to repeat things she was saying before he could listen and look her in the eyes. I don’t think I’d ever want to speak with someone who is more interested in the way I look in what I’m saying, meaning my personality. And I’ll never understand why guys even like boobs. I’ve actually asked them, and they just say: “Well they’re nice.” Sure but our personalities are nice too! Anyway I think that’s it, I don’t think I’ll come any closer to an answer to these questions anyway. Therefore the conclusion is: guys are as weird and difficult to understand as girls. They just like cars more than girls do… 

Wake up - a story, or something like that

It happens quite often that I get ideas for stories (I think I mentioned this before) but the time I actually wrote a bit down aswell, anywho, here goes:
"Aly..? What is it..?"
Johnathan squeezed her hand, but she didn't respond. She'd seen him again, the man in the white coat. He looked so out of place, he didn't belong here. But that wasn't what confused her the most, it was the fact that he seemed as if he was looking at her.
She heard Johnathan's voice again, but she didn't want to stop looking at the man in the white coat. What was he doing here? She knew she'd seen that face before, but where? She felt Johnathan squeezing her hand again, she turned her head and mumbled:
"Nothing..."
She could see he didn't believe her, he was probably right to doubt her, she was worried, she was sure something was up, something seemed out of balance.
It started about three months ago, that was when she first saw him, the man in the white coat, with his somehow familiar face. He'd just walked past her, but his odd look stood out to her, he dressed like a scientist or a doctor, in the white coat, in his eyes she saw both seriousness and sadness. She'd seen him a couple of times since then, he was always looking at her, but he's disappear if she tried to get to him, he never interacted with his surroundings, he was just there, completely out of place.
But things got weirder every day, Aly was walking home after school when she heard the voice for the first time.
"Wake up"
That was all it said, she'd looked all around her, but there was no-one, she seemed to be all alone, she'd ignored it, it was probably just her imagination, maybe she was going mad.
"Wake up"
She was already awake, why did she need to wake up?
She opened her eyes, but her eyes were already open. She was staring into nothing but whiteness.
"She's awake"
"Finally"
"We have to get her out of here"
"What about the others?"
"They're not our problem..."
Aly turned her head, to see to men, both in white coats, then she realised, one of them was the man in the white coat, how could he be here? What exactly was going on? A lot of questions popped up in her head, but the only one that came out of her mouth was:
"Wh-where?"
The men looked at her, as if surprised that she could talk.

It all seemed like the weirdest dream she'd ever had, but it all felt so real.

I hope that was somewhat understandable, I might write more sometime, who knows?

Another "normal" weekend - Sille's life

Lucius Malfoy - dat hair

This week I’ve decided to write about what I did in my weekend though it might sound very boring I really hope you don’t mind reading it anyway. At least I thought it was a pretty good one. All right, here we go: After several weeks of “thinking” my uncle finally decided to hold my 8-year-old cousin’s birthday this Saturday and I haven’t been at their place since last year so of course I wanted to go. But I had one problem: a few days before I’d been invited to a Halloween partay-thingy at one of friends/classmates’ place. Obviously I wanted to go there too so I made the deal with my mom that I could stay at my cousin’s place a few hours and then go. The only thing I have to say about that birthday party is that I ate a (cookie) finger with red nail painting! Anyway to the more “exciting” part. At my friend’s place I’d promised that I’d dress up as Lucius Malfoy and so I did. The wig(s) didn’t really fit that well and they were also a bit too curly and we all know that Lucius’ hair are long, straight and reaaally girly. However I put them on included a white smart casual shirt and a Slytherin tie. Sadly (cough, luckily) no pictures were taken but you can still admire this picture of Lucius. This means that I spent several hours burning under lots of false hair while flirting with “Remus” and making “Lily” jealous. Indeed I have weird friends and I’m not sure if I’ll ever forgive them for forcing me to watch scary movies with them. After a nice comedy movie named “Zombieland” we had to continue with something really scary. Let’s just say we saw, besides “Zombieland”, two scary movies with The Devil and a possessed girl and Harry Potter. Plus we ate lots and lots of cake, chips and nachos. Day well spent! Anyway the following morning we continued watching movies though we only saw one with David Tennant in it - it was kind of creepy because he wanted to rape the main character who was a boy. But it didn’t matter because we still had cake left and the guy-liner really suited him. Oh and tonight I went to see the new James Bond movie “Skyfall”. Well I think the film was pretty good I especially loved Bond’s reaction to the bad guy’s comment which was something like: One time has to be the first. (Yes, it is meant to be misunderstood). I suppose that’s it. I hope it wasn’t too non-interesting. Over and out!