i carry your heart with me - ee cummings

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Hup Holland Hup

"Hup Holland hup
Laat de leeuw niet in z'n hempie staan
Hup Holland hup
Trek het beessie geen pantoffels aan
Hup Holland hup
Laat je uit 't veld niet slaan
Want de leeuw op voetbalschoenen
Durft de hele wereld aan"

Today Holland plays Brazil in the World Cup, and even from all the way in Canada I can feel the pandemonium via facebook. As I close my eyes I can picture a country painted with orange (or "oranje" as the Dutch say"). Even as an expat I feel the national pride of the great country I live in. The Netherlands have a great deal of national pride right now, even more so than on Queen's Day (they celebrate their Queen's birthday every year), and going into Den Haag then I had never seen so much orange, until the world cup.

To all that I say "Hup Holland Hup" I wish I had brought my orange "Holland" shirt to le Canada.

Free Time and the Internet

I've recently been introduced to some videos of a man who goes by the name Neg. He hails from the UK and is now quite famous. He's quite the character and his one ... er ... goal is to be as obnoxious as possible. Each "mission" has instructions that he follows and he always strives to do the best he can. I've been quite entertained by all of his videos, they always leave me laughing, the general public has the most interesting ways of reacting to this man. Here's a little sample of what he does.

Summer, Summer, Summer

In exactly 14 days I will be on a plane to my beloved Canada ! It's all very exciting for me. What is even more exciting is that my friends have decided to enter a team in the Canadian Cancer Society's Relay for Life, it's an event that occurs for 12 hours, and a team of 8 to 10 members raises money, then, on the day of the event the teams must walk/run/jog/skip around a track, each team must have 1 member on the track at all times. It's SUCH an amazing event and it is SO much fun.
If you're interested in participating you can look on the Canadian Cancer Society's website or (if you're from the states) the American Cancer Society's website to find an event in your region.
My relay is being held in 23 days. I have never been so excited in my life.

This summer will be my first summer back in Canada after moving away, it's going to be a lot of fun, I'm even meeting up with my mother in British Columbia to go for a hike and a night in a cabin.

In Edmonton I will be seeing the wonderful Laurie in her new house ! I can't wait to see her and her family. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a possible
Extreme Badminton Tournament ! I will try to keep up with picture posting etc. Have an amazing beginning of summer everyone !

Another story

I'm sorry that I've been posting my school work, I'm just trying to get into a habit of posting. This was an assignment where we had to portray a season as a person.
He was sitting there, marveling in the way she sat, almost frozen in her beauty. Her hair was the lightest shade of blonde, almost white, that blended into her pearl white skin. She brushed a lock of hair from her eye and she looked up at him, her icy blue eyes almost froze him where he sat. She got up and swiftly walked out of the room, as she whisked passed him he smelled her aroma, like winter green and pine, it felt like the winter breeze in the morning. He had loved her for a long time, he had watched the way her parents divorce had changed her from a warm and happy person to this icicle of a girl that stood today; he felt as though she had given up on love and men because it was a lost cause, because everybody ends up alone.
He followed her quickly outside into the summer’s heat, she was sitting on a bench now, reading Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, one tear slowly trickled down her cheek. He approached her, he was finally going to tell her how he feels, how he has always felt, that he loved her. She looked up at him and it was almost as he heard her heart shatter as he spoke his words. She stood up without warning and pushed him, the place where her hand touched felt frost bitten, and as he fell to the ground he looked at her, she was standing there watching him, he felt as though everything was happening in slow motion. As he hit the ground the soft grass cradled him, he felt as though he was unable to move, mostly from the shock from what had just happened. She lowered herself to her knees and laid down beside and traced her arctic fingers along his jawbone. She brought her face closer to his, he could feel her polar breath on his lips, as she kissed him he could feel his lips shivering, then he could feel nothing, his whole body was numb. The numbness was percolating through his body, finally, he could feel nothing, he was frozen, his heart had stopped and he was laying there unable to move. She stood up and looked down upon him, then she spoke, her words fell down upon him like snowflakes “For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack”, he had never heard a DH Lawrence quote spoken with such passion and elegance.

My Lunch Observation

Our assignment: to go sit in a cafe and observe someone who is a patron then write a short story using what you observed.
I observed a woman sitting in a corner, she was glaring at each bite of her pastry and hiding her face from the rest of the restaurant. My short story was recieved well by my instructor so I thought I would do the lazy thing and use it for a blog post as well instead of doing a real blog post
Sitting here at my my table, eating lunch alone again. Why did I choose to eat this pastry ? I’m definitely going to regret this, my diet is not going well. I feel like everyone is staring at me, they’re probably thinking “she does not need another pastry”. My iced tea has much too much sugar in it, I probably shouldn’t drink it. Why are they staring at me? Looking around nobody is actually looking at me, but I can’t help but regret this bright green shirt I chose to wear. The newspaper is just as depressing as my waistline, issues seem to just keep growing. Why is she looking at me? There’s this girl in the corner, it seems like she keeps looking at me, she takes a bite of her sandwich and now she’s writing something down! Is she writing about me? Probably not, I’m a very uninteresting specimen, nobody would be interested in studying me. Why am I eating this pastry? My mother’s words keep echoing through my head “a moment on your lips, a lifetime on your hips”, no wonder I feel so ashamed. Everyone is staring at me, why am I hiding my face? Why am I so paranoid? Do I have anything planned this week? Of course I don’t, my day planner is as barren as my pantry after a night of midnight snacking. She is writing about me! Fine, well then this is a perfect time to start writing my book, it will be entitled “My Lunch Under Observation”, we’ll see how she feels about someone taking notes on her. The small girl takes a bite of her sandwich, she takes a note on a piece of paper, now she’s eating part of her friend’s muffin, she takes a drink, she looks at me, she takes a drink. This is such a boring book, nobody will read it. Good, she’s leaving, now I can enjoy my pastry.

Suprise Test

Note to self: remember that day planner that you write EVERYTHING in ? The thing you never leave home without ?
Then when you sit down in Dutch class the mid-term won't be such a shocker.

Back to what's new, my friends have decided to re-name me "Grote Moeder Theresa"
Imagine trying to explain to your teacher in Dutch how you don't follow Mother Theresa and you do not behave like her ... spreken in het Nederlands.
I simply said:
Ik ben niet Moeder Theresa
Ik ben niets als haar
Het is een grap
And she looked at me with a very confused look then went on to ask everyone about there most recent bar experience ... oh the joys of living in the Netherlands.