Merry Christmas!

Hello people from around the world! Here’s a late “Merry Christmas” and a “Glædelig Jul” from me (and Sidsel, I think). The Christmas days are pretty filled up because I hold Christmas four days in a row. Today is the last day I have to celebrate it and I really don’t think I’ll be able to eat more food before New Year’s Eve. Uff… Anyway I think I’ll talk a little about my last day at school. Every year at my school the teachers make a play. It’s (most of time) based on the traditional story about Jesus’ birth and the shining star but our teachers always make a twist or two. This year was no exception. It has been ages since I've laughed so hard, though I’ll never get the fact that my biology-teacher stood in underpants on stage out of my head. He was playing God with a very nice, fake, white beard. My former English-teacher played a confused Joseph (with a sword) and my former Latin-teacher played a very happy Mary. Either way the play was freaking brilliant, in my opinion, and when my Latin-teacher had given birth to one of the pretty teachers at the school, they all danced. No surprise, they danced “Gangam Style”. It was… epic. Very entertaining, and I think this truly shows how awesome my school and its teachers really are. Therefore I couldn't have wished for a better ending of 2012 - though I wouldn't mind of all my assignments disappeared. Anyway that’s it for now! I better be going to my grandfather’s place. Merry Christmas, feliz navidad, fröhliche Weihnachten and glædelig jul! 

I'm a mess sometimes

This week, it's going to be a rather personal and emotional blog, but I have some stuff I need to get out, and I feel like this might be the best place to ramble about my life, and what's going on, so forgive me...

Last Saturday, the eighth of December I walked into Billund Airport, where I was going to meet the guy I've called my boyfriend for over three months, at this point I'd never actually met him in real life before, so of course I was nervous, almost shaking, and when I couldn't find him at the airport I first thought that he hadn't come. When I heard my name being pronounced with a lovely Nothern Irish accent, I turned around and ran into his arms, Chris later asked how I felt in that moment, and my honest answer is, I felt like never letting go, even though we were standing in the middle of a crowded airport, I'd have like to stay that way, but we had to go home at some point.
It felt like the longest car-ride I've ever been on, when we finally were home, Chris and I spend half an hour before dinner just hugging, it was the strangest feeling, meeting someone for the first time and yet feeling like you belong in their arms.
Chris and I had a very nice week, we had fun, and Chris got on well with my family and friends...
Then at some point it was Saturday again, and Chris had to go home again, unlike the trip in the car from the airport, this trip seemed way too short, I'd never imagined that saying goodbye would be so difficult. When Chris told me for the third time that he had to go, gave me one last kiss and then walked of into the security area, I felt the tears coming, and when I realised he wasn't coming back, I started crying. I think maybe I didn't realise till the moment where I saw him leave, exactly how much he means to me. While Chris travelled all Saturday I was alone in my room, all cuddled up with my blanket, because I discovered that it smelled like him (it still does).

You don't miss a good thing till it's gone, isn't that what they always say?

So yeah, I miss him, but I'm going to Northern Ireland in February, so I'll probably be okay, sometime...

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…