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Archive for September, 2009

Merde. Merde du merde.

Isn’t it strange when you make a decision in your head, and then you think nothing of it, but when it’s out in the open it scares the living fuck out of you?


I’l n’est pas de plus grand amour

My mom is awesome ❤

And also, if there’s anyone who wants t waste money on calling me, its very possible to do so. Simply take up the phone of your choice and dial 0033 – 385 50 30 18, and ask for me, and the group I’m in now. The safest times to reach me is 13.00 – 14.00, 19.00 – 20.00 and 21.30 – 22.30.

And if my mom or dad could maybe do this – sort of soon, that would be great. I need to talk to you =)

Now, of to work I go!

Agnus dei.

It’s really scary to realise that there is almost nothing in this world that you can have real control over; and to realise that there are some things that you wish you had done differently.

Lord God,
Grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
and the Wisdom to know the difference.

Benedictus Qui Venit In Nomine Domini

‘Cause we belong together now
Forever united here somehow
You got a piece of me, and honestly,
My Life Would Suck Without You.

I got a phonecall from Sweden yesterday.
Mia W – My Bitch & Lovah – gladly took me up on the offer to waste money on calling land lines in France. We spent a good amount of time and her mothers money on squealing and terrifying the othere N’toumi girls. (All except Christine from Deutschland who unerstood exactly what we were doing, and started missing one of her best friends too.)

There are people in Sweden who.. well, see above.
You are the ones who make me sort of teary eyed in church at nights, it’s you whom I carry around in my heart as a glowing sort of talisman against evil. The thought that I have you all to come home to is what gets me out of bed in the morning sometimes. I miss you all terribly, and I pray for you every day.

Tomorrow I start my nw work as Economat Slave. Until friday, when I become picnic responsible. On the slowest week of autumn. Nice.

Pax et Amor ❤

Ubi Caritas et Amor, Dominus Tibi Est


Life is nice right now.
Lotten has lent me her very nice camera and I’m taking pictures like a crazy lady, the weather is PERFECT – Sunny, but still cool enough to keep everyone from swetting like pigs, I haven’t had a cigarette in 14 days, and my moodswings seem to be a things of the past. (knock on wood.)

If one adds to this that MY SISTER IS COMING TO VISIT ME IN A MONTH, and ignore the fact that I think I’m coming down with something, Life is a good place to be.

(I’m just gonna figure out what the F–k God is trying to tell me right now, because it’s just not making sense. Stupid, omnipresent, all-knowing tanscendant being.)

But still, Life is good.
Mom and Dad sent me a package like a week ago, and still have’t written them a thank you-letter, so while they’re waiting:


Kyrie, Kyrie, Christe Eleison

The famous Taize-fog is here.
Everything is gray, and it sort of suites my mood.

I haven’t had a cigarette in 5,5 days, and I feel strangely left out of almost every conversation. But I’m working on that. At least I have the sundtrack from Les Choristes to keep me up and about. Now I’m off to clean the windows of Casa and the foor of La Morada.

Point 5 FTW!

Cantarei Ao Senhor

So… I have this cheat that allows me to surf. Alot.
Like in The Sims when you type ;! alot and get thousands of Sim-dollars.
So I’m gonna blog again.

Life down here isn’t always easy.
Right now I feel quite lonely and not very happy,
I’m homesick and I sort of fed up with all these catholics.

(Not you, Christine, You I will love forever, just because you’re catholic. ‘It’s not a wafer, it’s Jesus!!’)

And also, this is day four without a cigarette. About three meters away from me right now is a woman smoking. I want to kill her slowly with a butterknife. But that’s not how Jesus woud do it, so. I won’t. Deep breath. Counting to ten.

Gah. Time for Point 5 cleaning. Laters.

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