After several months of trying to figure out wordpress.com, I gave up and decided to move back to the domain I was more comfortable with from the beginning: blogger.com… , although I will be leaving my posts from before on wordpress so people can browse through them if they wish, I have moved from
to:
Signed with Love,
but not for the last time. ;)
Chika Anene
Ah. Well, it actually started a really long while ago. Me wanting a polaroid camera and not actually getting one. But that’s not the only camera I want. I want a Sony Nex-5 (so if you could save up to be buy me one of the two, I’d be really, super greateful :P..)
Anyway. Don’t you just love having your picutures in your hand straight after taking them. I mean, all you have to do is wait for them to dry and everything, but it’s still worth it. Ah.. I miss it, because I used to have a cute polaroid camera when I was younger. I just want to go back to those days. I loved it then.
Let me know if you are interested in purchasing it for me. :)
Signed with Love
Chika Anene
Just the other day – or rather yesterday – I stood in town waiting on the bus at a bus stop, after hanging out with my friends, playing pool and talking. While I was waiting, there was a little girl (No younger than 6, I think) who kept asking her mother all these questions, which I wasn’t exactly paying attention to at the time, seeing as I was busy typing a text message. But, anyway, after a while of standing there, they were approached by another family who obviously knew them, and one of them was a little girl, who knew the girl who had been asking her mother questions. They both ran toward each other, gave each other a hug, and started yapping straight away.
Girl number 2 (the girl who had arrived after some time), told girl number one that they had been on holiday in Spain, but had travelled through Switzerland on their way back, and then their conversation went a little bit like this:
Girl number 2: “Have you ever tasted swiss chocolate?”
Girl number 1: Didn’t really reply, before her friend carried on….
“They are soooooo nice. We bought a lot of it. Toblerone, and my brother ate it all with mom. Can you believe he shared with mom, rather than with me? His own sister? (Now here comes the funny part)…. “Because you know, brothers and sisters are closer related than what they are with their mothers, right?” …..
Girl number 1 didn’t really get to answer that question either, as it seemed girl number 2 was rather dominant, and just kept firing.
“I’m closer related to my brother than what I am with my mother,” she continued, “and you are closer related to your father than what you are with your mother, right?” ….. (I assume that since girl number 2 was mixed-race, maybe that was what her friend (native Norwegian) meant. Either way. Kids are funny, and their way of thinking is super cool and super hilarious.
Signed with Love
Chika Anene
I can honestly say that spending a day out with my little cousins, or a day with my cousins, is just like being in a comedy. They are the funniest, most adorable little kids anyone can come accross :P ..
Today our trip took us to the park, where they played like little children on crack :P … haha.. and they completely refused to listen to instructions, but since it was “their” day, I let them – to a certain extent. Earlier, when we were leaving the house, I asked the middle one of them if she was excited, and she replied in this cute, husky voice “no”. And I said “of course you like going out. Remember that day on the round-about?” (if you’ve read a previous post, you will understand what I am talking about. “Remember what happened to Junior”. She nodded. “What happened to Junior”, I asked. “He threw up,” she replied in the cutest, husky voice, whilst smiling cheekily.
As my aunty had predicted, the weather would be nice, and therefore she saw it as a great opportunity to take the kids to the park, seeing as she also had a day off from work. I agreed, and thought that since I don’t usually spend that much time with my “evergrowing” cousins (I swear they are growing like lightning, and it makes me sad :( … I want them to stay little and cute for ever), I decided to go with them.
Not knowing that letting them take their scooters with them would cause a lot of hold-up and trouble for us, I told my aunty it wouldn’t really matter if they took them with them, that perhaps it would be better. I was SO!!! wrong. The first hold-up happened when we were getting on the first bus going to “Furuset”- a place here in Norway – to take the tube/underground train to town. The kids were half-way outside and halfway inside the bus with their scooters blocking the entrance for other passengers, and an old man just stood there huffing and puffing instead of just saying “excuse me”. The audicity, you know!! Anywayz.
While on the tube, myself and my cousin (who is around my age) had sat down and started talking, with one of my younger cousins sitting with us. It hadn’t taken long before he started dozing off in his seat. Funny, because a while back I had asked him if he was feeling tired, which he obviously replied no to, and then all of a sudden his eyes eyelids grew weaker and weaker. My older cousin decided to give him light slaps on the cheeks every now and again, to keep him awake.
When we arrived at the park (already full of noisy, happy children), we started looking for a suitable place to sit, and then I held my middle cousins hand, and as we were walking I felt something creeping on my arm, so I looked, only to fin da massive (ugly) insect crawling on my hand. I started shaking and dancing, yelling that my cousin should get it off me, and all my middle cousin did was laugh at me, with this really cute husky voice. Anyone who knows her, knows that although she does not speak that much, she laughs a lot, and apparently she found my weird dance funny.
(Okay, as to not get it all mixed up. I went out with my aunty, my cousin at 17 and my younger cousins, aged 3, 5 and 6. When I mentioned my middle cousin, I was talking about the one who is 5.)
We did have a fun day, and I took loads of photos. They were so adorable running around and playing with other children. And then came the worst part of the day, unfortunately. It started raining. And not drizzle, but actually pouring rain. Most of the people who thought they were safe underneath the trees were so wrong, because not long after, the rain started pouring down through the trees. Oh Well. I had prepared myself by bringing and umberella. :P .. hehe. But I did feel sorry for those who had not brought theirs.
I had funnnn
Signed with Love
Chika Anene
I figured that since I cannot sleep, because of my sleeping pattern being totally disrupted – I might as well watch a chosen drama serie and snuggle up in bed with some chips (totally unhealthy for the night, but seeing as they were made with sunflower oil, what’s the harm, right?).
A drama I’ve got on my list is:
Boys over Flowers
Signed with Love
Chika Anene
Here’s what my yesterday consisted of:
Screaming children, fighting, crying, the playground and of course (unexpectedly and unwanted) throw-up.
I was at my aunty’s house to take care of my younger cousins, and of course it was a lot of fun, including funny, because of the way they were hopping around as if they had been fed sugar the whole morning, when really they were just bursting with energy from “I- do- not- know -what”.
Either way.
I took them out to the playground where they could play, since they had been stuck in the house for a long time, which I must say had not been quite easy, especially because one of them demanded that she did not want to play on the playground we were headed, but rather one which she had chosen. But since we could not spread, given their ages, we had to go to the one I had picked out, and that wasn’t such good news for one of them, who almost immidiately started sobbing and walking slower than the rest.
We did get to the playground after a million years, eventually, and the two of my cousins who were still happy ran to each of their rides, whilst my other cousin continued to walk like a snail. At first it was all good, because as I had chose to ignore her for a bit, she quickly cheered up and decided to play by herself, building an experiment, so I stood pushing one of them on the swings and listening to music whilst watching over all three of them.
After careful consideration, I have decided to move my blog back to blogger, as it was the first blogging platform I ever used, and also because it was a lot easier to understand. Although I enjoyed the fact that one is able to upload pictures in the right order, without having to upload the last one first – I must say that I prefer blogger.com
Not only was blogger easier to use when it came to layouts and all, but it also had pretty good fonts, and allowed you to create your own header which wasn’t limited to a certain size. Not only am I switching platforms, but also the context of my blog. I want it to mark a new beginning in my life where the answers I am struggling to find will generally be given through experience. Of course I do not expect to get answers for every question, but some at least.
I feel that one really understands what one has, once one has given it up. Moving blogging platforms did not help me achieve anything, but I believe that learning to accept myself will. So I guess “here’s to a NEW BEGINNING!”
Signed with Love
Chika Anene
