Let it snow, let it snow, let trains ride

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up,

snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather,

only different kinds of good weather.

The song says "Since we've got no place to go, let it snow (x3) "

When you do have to go anywhere, it's a bit more annoying.

But of course, not the snow. Just the stupid people saying trains and cars and buses can't ride.

Snow is not only fun, but also very beautiful.

And.. It makes great statues, if you put enough effort in it.
Judith (Cous) and I did that, and are very proud of our Davina Magdelijns ( Michelangelo's David's female version)

I like the freezing. And the cold.

I always knew I was a winter-type, but this just proves it.

Oh, and everyone keeps asking me whether I fell and/or slipped already.

I keep disappointing them, because no, I did not yet slip,

the only time I was lying in the snow was when I made an angel. So hah.

xxx

The Gypsy

And Then There Was Light ~Or not

I discovered I do not really dislike the sun when it's its watery version of the summer.

When little clouds form at your mouth when you breathe, but there's no wind.

It makes everything twinkle, but it's not that bright, rather gloomy with all the grey sweet fluffy clouds?

No wind, yet it's ice cold. That's my favourite weather. With or without the watery sun.

Sinterklaas is already gone. And Santa is about to come. Reindeers and all.

Autumn's actually moved to Winter. Leafless trees. Rain. Clouds. Mist.

I haven't had a REAL winter in a least 7 years, when we were here for quite a different reason.

So it better be good. I really hope it snows.

They have been saying that the weather has been mild up till now. D<

I heard it'll be freezing this week. So maybeh. I'm not quick thinking the weather's cold. Like, awfully so. Only time in the last ten years I've had my teeth chattering was in August 2007. Of course, that was on the Grossglockner, which is the highest mountain in Europe, about 2,5 kms above sealevel. August or not, it was chilly up there.

I've noticed I don't do things automatically. When it's quiet, I don't turn on the TV or music, just to drown it out. When it gets dark outside, I let it get dark inside, and don't turn on any lights. I don't know if I do that because I'm comfortable without light and sound, or whether I'm not just pure lazy? Maybe both, maybe neither.

Not getting food when hungry, or turning on the heater when it's cold.. I really need to teach myself to do that without actively telling myself to.

PS: Is it just me or does it really say 98 posts when there are a 100?

xxx

The Gypsy

A Sliver Of Hope.

(*points* Made by me)

Who would have thought,
that to be loved could hurt so much.
Or more specifically,
the pain in their eyes,
when they say goodbye.

They left, left me forlorn,
tears welling up
in my burning eyes.
Choking and trying so hard
to keep my face from contorting
in the pain I feel.

Missing those you love,
is the hardest thing ever.
Especially if you're used to having them always around.
Taking them for granted whilst they were there,
that is the most awful part.

'Lost' is how to describe it best.
An unexplainable urge to reach out,
yet at the same time wishing,
wishing you could just shut everyone out.

It is despair,
lined with just a sliver of hope.
Some things do change after all.

I might just stop posting for a while.
I don't know how long, might be a week, a month... (a year?)
I'll get back to updating when I have something to say.
No. I'm not depressed. Just trying to heal.

Love,
The Gypsy.

PS: 100th post already? Poor followers. xD
Here's to a well deserved break.

Water and Books

Yesterday, I guess as a sort prolonging the feast, as well as a very late birthday celebration for my brother, we went to a water theme park : Duinrell. What with frog mascot and all the water on all sides, things were soapy wet real quickly.

There were so many rides, boats we could paddle ourselves (wrongly, of course, cause who knew you had to row backwards, really), a speed train called the falcon which goes upside down and makes you regret wearing a necklace at all, and then the water ride very much like the Flying Dutchman in the Efteling (another theme park) which proceeds by cannoning a big boat with a remarkably fast speed downwards into the water, and getting everyone inside drenched in the process.

It was both chilly and windy, which we had not noticed until we got wet, but it was fun anyways.. I guess they were also all trying very hard to be friendly and nice, for once. Big improvement, although it's a shame it doesn't come naturally. They are probably going back to Egypt without me, which is leaving me rather forlorn and miserable, yet trying very hard to be hopeful at the same time. It's the first step to getting what I want, isn't it? If I try hard enough.

On the way home we also stopped at a bookstore (at which I wanted to buy like, fifty books), and they went shopping and left me there for a long while, picked me up only after they were done. (Which suited me fine, I dislike shopping unless it's for books anyways). I did find two of David Lodge's works, and with the promise to pay it back soon, I managed to borrow the money to buy them. Woohoo.

xxx
The Gypsy

A Carless Feastly Magical Sunday

Today's summary?

- Carless Sunday, no cars allowed to drive all through out the country. Environmental reasons?
Apparently they've been doing this for years, first time being in 1939. Every time for a slightly different reason. It's interesting. But highly annoying when you are trying to go out.

- Early morning, mosque visit. Reeeaaally long, tiring, but I guess it's what makes the feast complete to end Ramadan.

- A nap at daytime, finally. Oh, and food, of course. Weird to be able to drink whenever you feel thirsty.

- We went to the movies : Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince.
Not comparable to the book, but of the six movies, I think it's one of the best ones yet.
Beautiful graphics, funny jokes, brilliant atmosphere. The acting and plot might've needed a little tweaking, but that's always the fact with movies based on books, aye?

- Generally an okay atmosphere, for once. No arguing or tension. I wish it was always like this.

xxx
The Gypsy

Talk Like A Pirate Day

Aye matey, today was yer regular International Talk Like A Pirate Day, Arrr.
What are yeh lookin' at, scallywag?! It's true, I tells yah, such a day really exists!
I hope that not be troublin' yeh, else yeh'll have to walk the plank~

Anyways, it's not how I spent the day.
I went all the way to the other end the Netherlands, and spent the train trips (to and from) trying to ignore a brat kid kicking out, a hard-talking lesbian who told her story three times (without variation) to anyone who would listen, and a blond bimbo with no brains and a loose tongue.

I spent my day with Ralf and Babsi, and that was very enjoyable.
I watched them playing warhammer, trying as hard as I could to make sense of the rules. It proved not to be very difficult if you have the table with the scores and points of strength, toughness, skill, etc. It's all strategies and luck (throwing dice), and with a bit of imagination you can actually see goblins flying through the air to land wrong without hitting anyone and being totally squashed by the fall.

Then Wim (Ralf's neighbour) and Shana joined us, and started playing with Ralf's gamecube. (A Mario cart thing game?)
I had in the meantime been running on three hours of sleep in about fifty hours, and my brain was starting to show it's annoying shutting down process, even though it by no means means I got anything near actual sleeping. My body reacts to tiredness, but somehow it still manages to keep awake. Annoying, really.

Babs noticed me zoning out, and they took a break from the battle (no clue who won, I'll have to ask them), connected two more consoles to the gamecube, and the five of us played a few more races (one person watching the other four, then getting the console from the one who won the round) but I was as horrible at concentrating at that, too. It was fun though, random comments cracking them up one by one.

Then they had to eat, and I had to leave, because I had another two-hour-trip ahead of me, and I was already passed my time limit (As the plan was that I head to Dad's friend, where we were invited for the last day of Ramadan), but instead I just headed home (Way past sunset anyways).

I had also been bright enough (!) to forget my key in my bike. I spent the whole train trip going looking for it, and gave it up as a lost cause after two or three hours. I would have either have had to walk home (a good 40 minutes on a painful pair of boots) or discover/find the key after all. I was lucky.

I came home thinking it'd be deserted, but found sis at home anyways, watching tv.
I will need to go to bed soon, especially if tomorrow is the feast (which will mean we'll have to get up at 6 am)

Drink up me hearties, yo ho ;D
xxx
The Gypsy

I wish I were a kid again

Not going to start listing trouble and anxiety again, I'm quite sick of that.

Two days ago, I went out with mum to find out things about possible insurance, jobs, education, etc.. Not that I found out much, but when I came back I saw a chestnut (one of their kind, anyways) on the ground. (We have a big Chestnut Oak right next to the house I grew up in.)
When I was 7 (well, before that, too, most likely) all my classmates and I used to have a spot of competition about who would collect the largest number of the shiny brown things.

In class we'd be all kinds of creative and make figurines and the like out of them, or fill a pot with them as decoration. I remember using it as a body for a spider (See? I always have been morbid, it's not a new phase)

Anyways, I saw it on the ground, picked it up, and saw another one. Within the span of three seconds I was distracted so much by the feeling of wanting to pick up and find even more of them, that I told mum I'd be right inside, and dove into the bushes to collect them.

Within five minutes I had collected a total of thirty shiny bling-bling nuts, and I totally felt like a kid again. No worries, no strains, just "Ugh, need. to. reach. It's. too. far. Grrr... YAY! Gotcha!"
And that's brilliant.

I took a picture to post on here, with my phone. Soon afterward I wish I had not, for it became clear that there was no easy way to get the picture from my phone onto my laptop. The phone being from the Middle Ages, it has no such thing as a cable to connect to a laptop. Even if it did, I very much doubt my virus-attacked-whimpy-laptop would even have accepted the connection at all. (Which I highly doubt, seeing as it refused to accept the bluetooth drive I plugged in a million times, even though it worked alright before. Just not when I /need/ it to work. Ironic.)

After 24 hours (admittedly, not doing much to try, I've been busy working and being sick), I finally found that it was doable to plug the bluetooth driver into my sister's laptop, send the pictures to her, have her email them to me, so I could download them onto the drive and upload them. Piece of pie? I thought not.

Here you go,
You better enjoy D;

Woot for creativity?



xxx
The Gypsy