Month: December 2014

Baked shortbread cooling

Three steps to yummy

Today, I found out that I’m what they call a Millennial. I’ve seen the word in many blogs and articles, and I always thought it was related to the 20-somethings, or so, but it seems it’s anyone born in the early 80s as well. I’m a Millennial. Not that it has anything to do with anything, but it was sort of a discovery for me. The amount of articles I haven’t read, just because I thought weren’t aimed at me… Ah, you live, you learn. Anyway, sorry, I just needed to share that information with someone. Today, I also had a haircut. I’m still not sure whether I’m going to grow it again or not, so I’m trying to style it differently for now. So far, the only feedback I’ve had was my brother saying something along the lines of my hairdo being too styled (one of those things lost in translation, I guess), so I’m now left with the worry that it might actually not suit me. Luckily, it grows quickly, so in a …

Recalculating route

I tend to write late posts. It’s something I’ve been trying to change, but I seem to work better at night. To be honest, when you see an early post (or maybe a lunchtime one), chances are I wrote it late at night and then scheduled it to go out at a certain time. Tonight, I wanted to write much earlier, but I was slightly sidetracked (Sons Of Anarchy finale, that couldn’t wait, expect a post about SOA soon) and here I am again. On my calendar, today is empty, because I had no topic planned at all. Days like today are the tricky ones, the ones I struggle to find a topic and I end up writing at midnight. For some reason, however, I’ve been coming back a sentence someone used to say. It’s better to say sorry than to ask for permission. Some sources say this quote is from a US Naval officer called Grace Hopper, other that it’s a proverb. The person I used to hear this from was one of my …

Everyday heroes

On Saturday, when I left my flat to go to the Ronald McDonald House (known from here onwards as either the House, or RMH), something happened on my way to the bus stop. I was waiting to cross the street, while the bus was already at the bus stop. Now, there’s a traffic light to the left of my street, whilst the bus stop is to the right, which means I never cross at the traffic light. I saw that the driver had closed the doors, and so I made a gesture of defeat, more to myself than anything. I kept looking both ways, just to know when to cross, but in no hurry anymore. Suddenly, I heard a honk. When I looked at the bus, the driver was asking me, using gestures, if I was trying to get to the bus, and I gestured back that I was, but that I couldn’t cross. Unbelievably enough, the guy gestured that he could wait a bit. Right after, there was a moment when I could cross, …

Top of chest of drawers with books and decorative items

Behind the scenes, where ideas come to life

The place where we think, where we write, whether it’s a short Facebook post, or a long dissertation for uni, is a reflection of who we are. Whether we write with pen and paper (maybe a fountain pen?), or in the newest, trendiest laptop in the market; we give our workspaces that bit of our personality. A few weeks ago, I bumped into WeWork, a co-working company that has office spaces for rent, and was prompted to write about my own workspace. I’ve been going on about it in my head because on one hand, I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk about it, as it might be over sharing a bit, since I write mostly in my room; while on the other, I thought it could be a cool way of sharing more about myself. After some consideration I thought why not? I’ve already mentioned my flat isn’t the biggest of them all. I used to live in a bigger flat (and that had a great kitchen), but I moved out for a more …