Markus the time-traveller

This might seem a bit weird to people who doesn't know about "future Markus", I think I mentioned him before, and I thought I might explain it...
I may I was in Berlin with my class, on the last day we were waiting for the bus to come, and we were all a bit tired and bored, so we were sitting outside the stadium. I was sitting with Sofie, and this guy walked past us, and he looked like Markus, not just a little bit - he looked exactly like Markus, when I realised this I showed Sofie, and we sat there, staring at a stranger.
After this we discussed how Markus could've become a time-traveller. Our conclusion was; in the future Markus will get his hand on a time-machine, and because he by then will know that we saw him in Berlin (with a woman who couldn't be any of us) he'll have to go back without us to walk by. We see this as the only possibly conclusion, and we've joked about it for a while, we thought this would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
But then it got weirder, because I saw him again, I saw future Markus again! I was at a concert and this guy walked past me, he looked exactly like Markus - just older, but older than the other future Markus as well.
The whole future Markus is quite weird, and when I get the time I might write some short stories about him, but for now, I'll just give you an update if anything happens!

Story from writing-school

This week I'm the lazy one - I really don't know what to write so I'll just post the story I wrote when I was on a writing-school this summer. It's written for kids in the age 5-11 so that'd explain the simple story with not too difficult words. I hope you'll enjoy it!

Freddie the Frog

Freddie the frog was a green and black-spotted frog, who lived at the little pond in the forest on the top of the hill. Every morning Freddie jumped to the pond to play with his frog-friends, especially Henrik, he liked him the most.

“I’m going to have a little-toad-sister!” Freddie said one day when the sun was shining and the wind was blowing.

“No, is it really true?” Henrik said. “Can I see her?”

Freddie pointed excitedly down into the pond, where a small egg lay.

“Look!” he said. “Isn’t she lovely?”

“But that is an egg!” Henrik said. “Where is your little-toad-sister?”                 

“Inside the egg of course!” Freddie answered.        

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!”

Freddie jumped into the water and picked up the egg so Henrik could get a better look at it but when he brought the egg closer to Henrik he slipped over a twig and fell. The egg flew out of his hands and it began to roll down the hill. First slowly, then faster and faster.

“Oh no!” Freddie yelled and right away he jumped after the egg. Down the hill, as fast as his frog-legs could carry him, through withered leaves and twigs which hurt. Finally he caught the egg.

“Oh little-toad-sister,” he said, “don’t ever roll away from me again!”

In that moment Freddie heard a loud scream. A huge white stork with a red beak was flying in their direction. Frighten, Freddie began waving his arms and he croaked really loudly: “Go away stork, go away!” The white stork became so confused by the frog’s croaking that it flew away.

“Phew,” Freddie said, “that was close!”

But where was his little-toad-sister? Oh no, he had lost the egg when he had been scaring the stork away! Now the little egg continued to roll down the hill and Freddie saw it pass by the huge oak and he jumped after it. Down the hill, over stones and tree stumps and suddenly a breeze made the egg roll faster. But Freddie jumped futher and higher than ever before and finally he caught the egg.

“Oh little-toad-sister,” he said, “don’t ever roll away from me again!”

In that moment Freddie heard a high noise. A huge red car was driving in their direction. They were standing in the middle of the road! Freddie jumped high up into the air and landed on the muzzle of the red car but at the same time the egg slipped out of his hands and ended up on the other side of the road. Quickly he jumped down again and he almost did not hurt himself.

But where was his little-toad-sister? Oh no, the egg had continued to roll! Down the hill, through the grass and down to the river. Freddie jumped through the grass and he caught the egg seconds before it fell into the river.

“Oh little-toad-sister,” he said, “don’t ever roll away from me again!”

In that moment a hungry, yellow-spotted pike stuck its head out of the water.

“No, no what am I going to do?” Freddie yelled with the egg in his hand. “Now we will be eaten!” Just as the pike was about to eat them a huge heron came.

“Snap!” it said and the heron ate the pike in one mouthful. Freddie stared terrified at the heron but it flew away again because now it was stuffed.

“Phew,” Freddie said, “that was close!” And then he began the jumping-trip back home to the pond on the top of the hill. Careful with the egg in his hands he jumped through the grass, over the road and he avoided all the stabbing twigs. After a long time Freddie reached the top of the hill and he quickly jumped to the pond.

“Freddie,” Henrik yelled, “you came back! Is your little-toad-sister okay?” Freddie was just about to say yes, she was, but then he tripped over a dandelion’s leaf. The egg flew through the air.

“No!” Freddie and Henrik yelled at the same time but neither of them caught it before it hit the ground.

“Splat!” it said, and Freddie’s little-toad-sister was lying still in the grass.  

“Oh no, no!” Freddie sobbed. “What have I done?”

Carefully he picked his little-toad-sister with the long tail. Henrik looked sad.

Suddenly a small voice said: “Finally I’m free from that stupid egg, would you mind putting me into the water?” Surprised, Freddie put down his little-toad-sister into the water and she began to swim right away.

“Isn’t she lovely?” Freddie asked and smiled.

Henrik stared with huge eyes.

“Yes, she’s mighty lovely,” he said.

geekery and stuffz

I've been a bit busy this week so this will be like a super short bloggy-posty-thingy. The time I haven't spent at school, writing assignments or being social at parties, I've spent talking to Chris (the loveliest of all guys).
And in between that I've had a bit of time geeking out, because the new season of Doctor Who started three weeks ago, (going to watch the third episode with Chris tonight, yay!)
And then I had to create an etsy-account because I bought some necklaces for Sille and I, which turned out was a bad idea, because I now know about all the things I need but I just don't have the money, argh!
And today I found this:
http://www.shermansplanet.com/gallifreyan
and I ended up trying to learn Gallifreyan! Which I hope you won't mind if I return to now ^-^

What makes me cry

I’m sure we all have a weak spot where the charisma of hardness disappears and we burst into tears. I sure do and that is what I’m going to write about this week. So let us begin! The very first thing I need to tell you guys about is music. As many other people in the universe music have a huge influence on my mood but some music literally makes me cry especially one particular song comes to my mind: Aerosmith - “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” (from the soundtrack of Armageddon). The reason why I cry when I hear this song is it was played to one of my classmate’s mom’s funeral I went to a couple of years ago. I won’t go into details but all I can is I can’t listen to the song without crying simply because I link it to that sad happening. The movie the song was made to is pretty sad as well and I think it’s worth watching. At least give it a try.

Okay, the next thing which makes me cry is movies especially Disney/Pixar movies. I cried when Stitch was about to die in “Lilo & Stitch”, I cried when Mufasa died in “The Lion King” and yesterday I saw the prologue to “Up“ on Tumblr. If you haven’t seen Disney/Pixar’s “Up” yet I highly recommend it but either way I’ll put a link to the prologue here. This prologue to a wonderful movie is an incredible and amazing love story told in less than five minutes but it’s very tragic and when something is tragic I often cry. Not saying that “Up” isn’t a hilarious movie it is, very much indeed. Squirrel!

The last thing I’ll mention might be a very common thing though I’m not sure. Anyway I find it hard not to cry when other people do. If a friend of mine is crying or simply has blank and somehow shinning eyes I can’t help to get it as well and I start sobbing. Why I do that I don’t have an answer to but it actually annoys me a little bit because sometimes you need to be “the strong friend” and you can’t be that if you can’t handle other people crying. Maybe you can “train” yourself to be less affected by others but I’m a very emotional girl so that will probably never happen.

Well I hope you found this interesting and if I made you cry, for reasons unknown, I apologize though it might have been my intuition - who knows?

Ideas for short stories

I've got some ideas for short stories, and I thought I'd tell you about them, so here goes:

• The first idea is one I've had for quite a while, ever since I saw a guy in Berlin who looked like a future-version of Markus. Basically the idea is that two friends realise their friend has become a time-traveller, and that he's started travelling in time without them, the reader follows the two friends in their search for a time-traveller.
• The second idea is about a zombie with moral-dilemmas, he wants to eat brains, but he knows it's wrong and wants to make his way of living better.
• This short story involves Sille getting lost on the North Pole, then Sofie, Markus and I have to go looking for her.
• The fourth is about a girl who is forgotten by everyone, and has to find a new way of living, she finds out she's not alone and becomes part of a group of chosen forgotten ones.

Lovely Italy

Finally things are starting to settle down again. I feel like my vacation disappeared in no time and here I am - already in school again with a too long math-assignment hanging over my head. Anyway back to the point. Today I’ll write about my personal top 5 great things about Italy. I’ll start at the bottom!

Number 5: The weather - there’s no doubt that the Danish weather contains a lot of rain. And snow for that matter so coming to Italy where the sun is always shinning compared to Denmark is absolutely incredible. Therefore it deserves to be placed in the top 5.

Number 4: The waiters - this is a bit sillier but truth to be told Italian guys are pretty handsome. Dark skin, brown eyes and black hair and perhaps a crooked nose. The best excuse to look at these handsome men is when they’re serving you. In other words the waiters. My mom and I got this “game” where we rate different waiters and compared them to one another. Very amusing and childish at the same time.

Number 3: The nature - once again Denmark fails. We don’t have any mountains, only very very small hills, so driving through Germany and Austria is always overwhelming. Seeing Italy, which got lots of mountains too, is simply so beautiful. And the oceans and seas. Oh woah I envy Italy for its gorgeous nature.

Number 2: The buildings - Many people in Italy are Catholics which means they got a lot of churches. And they certainly do, lots and lots of churches and all of them are beautiful, huge, colourful and memorable. The Italians know how to stun people and seeing six during each summer vacation doesn’t matter. You get a gleam of the past and the country got a really exciting one though I’ll not talk about that right now. Because here comes number one!

Number 1: The food - Yeah this probably doesn't come as a surprise since Italy is well-known for its amazing cooking-skills. It’s one thing to eat pizza at home but eating pizza where it original comes from, see that is amazing. To be honest the best thing about Italy is truly their food and I don’t see why that could sound bad. Give me pizza and pasta and some water without bubbles and I’ll be the happiest tourist in entire Italy that’s for sure.

Now if you don’t mind I’ll finish now, I better finish that math-assignment as fast as possible. 

Monday Morning - Sid's life

So, it's back to school for Sille and I, and I thought it might be time for the blog to return as well, and I thought I'd start by talking about Mondays.
And I am not going to complain about Mondays, because I actually really like them, I see it as if every Monday is a new start, a chance to change your ways, a new week to do with what I want. Of course Mondays can be annoying, it's the first school day after two days of nothing, and you have to get up early on Mondays, which can be hard after snoozing for two days, I (lucky as I am) don't have school before 9:50 every Monday, which I think makes Monday so much better for me.
I don't really have a lot to say today, I have to get back into the blogging-thing, later peepz.