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!    

The love between siblings

Woah Sid get's personal again!

I spent my Friday evening at my sister's place, because it was her birthday (well technically her birthday was Saturday, but she had other guests then...) Anywho, spending an evening with all three of my siblings got me thinking of "the love between siblings", mostly because both my older siblings moved out before I turned 10, my older brother did move in again after while, but not for very long at a time.
People often say that the love between a mother and child is the strongest, but I think in some cases the love between siblings can be stronger, and more complicated. Because in the relationship between siblings is not only love, but also envy and hate, not real hate though, it's a different kind of love-hate, this might all sound a bit weird, but most of what goes on inside my head is a bit weird.
But, the person I've had the most fights with in my life is my younger brother, (I once bit him so hard in the shoulder he was blue for two weeks...) but my younger brother is also the person I'm most protective of, I think that if anything bad ever happened to him I would blame myself, even if I had nothing to do with it, because he's always been my responsibility.
It's the same with my older brother I think, he is probably the meanest person I know, he teases me, and because he's know me all my life, he knows all my most ticklish places, and he knows exactly what to say to piss me off. But at the same time he'd never let anyone else hurt me (he also has this thing about wanting to beat all my possible boyfriends up, so I guess, in a way it's good that Chris lives so far away). And even though most of the time he wants to be a strong manly man, he's not afraid of not being that in front of me. And even though my older brother is the meanest of my three siblings, he's the one I'd go to with my problems.
My sister is probably the person who can  me the most, because she knows me so well, she knows just what to say to hurt me, she's the person I hate fighting with the most, but again, on the other hand she's also the best at cheering me up when I'm down.

So, even if the love between a mother and child is the strongest, I think my siblings know me far better than my mother does.

Another little story

I had honestly no idea what to write about today, so I figured you might as well read a short story I wrote during the summer holiday. It's not long, still in process, and faaaar from perfect and it sounds very Danish but oh who cares I just hope you guys will enjoy it anyway! It is called: Seeds of Sorrow

He mostly looks like a wounded soldier by the way he is walking around. The upper part of his body is bare and he has an unbelievable suffering expression glued on his face.

“It hurts like hell!” he moans and softly touches his right shoulder. (Sissy). A huge red mark can be seen there but at this very moment it is covered in yogurt. Dad’s brilliant idea. (Idiotic). The door closes behind him and dad stands still in the kitchen. Mom continues to chop the watermelon. The seeds dance on the table. A distressing is heard behind the closed door but nothing happens. The clock is ticking. (Wimp). The door opens and dad, who is still standing like a statue, finally turns around.

“Did it help?” It is clearly the yogurt-idea he is talking about. The “soldier” walk and expression disappears from his face and a pathetic and crying one appears. (Cry-baby). The glittering tears are running and he is inconsolable.

“Argh, it hurts like FUCK!” he sobs angrily while dad is giving him comforting words which obviously don’t have any effect. The seeds of the watermelon lie on the floor but no one even looks at them. (Fool.)

 “Maybe you’ve been stung by something which you’re allergic to?” Dad suggests and looks a bit hopeful.

“Yes life,” I say. (Twerps). 

I hope you enjoyed this - goodnight! 

The complications of a long-distance relationship - Sid's life

Okay, time for another one of the personal blogs!
I've now been in a long-distance relationship for almost two months, I know that doesn't sound like a long time, but we've spend a lot of time talking, much more than I've ever done with guys who are actually here, near me...

But, like with any other relationship, a long-distance relationship have it's complications.
The first I've encountered is getting hold of each other, because it's very expensive to send text messages or call someone who's in a different country, it is for me at least. This means that I have to go to a place with an internet connection, and wait for Chris to come online. But because we're both nerds, who prefer staying at home, in front of our computers, this is a problem that we rarely have... But it does happen that one of us have to wait several hours for the other one.

Then there is the complication of culture, language and time-differences... Well, with time differences, there's not really a problem for us, because Chris is Northern Irish, and there's only an hour's difference between us.
And I guess the Danish and British cultures aren't that different really that different. The thing that annoys me the most, is that since I'm Scandinavian I grew up with Astrid Lindgren, and Chris had never heard of "Brothers Lionheart" till I told him about it, and that was possibly the movie I watched the most in my childhood, well that and Pippi...
When it comes to language, oh, I've lost count of the times I've been yelled at because of Danish, I remember the time I was yelled at for the way we name animals the best. Chris got very angry when he found out that a hedgehog is named "stickpig", and he yelled at me for 20 minutes, and at the end I was crying and he was yelling louder and louder.

Then there is the thing I've been asked about, the physical part, and I guess, what I have to say about that is: when you're in a long-distance relationship you'll have to rely less on the physical part, and more on understanding each other, you'll have to be able to just talk for hours.

And Chris says: meh...