Voici une petite énigme qui a rapport avec ma vie “cauchemardesque” de tout les jours à l’école… 
Le petit matin tu es mon pire cauchemar.
A l’école tu es mon meilleur ami.
A midi tu m’insultes par ta façon d’agir.
Puis l’après-midi je te pardonne.
Mais arrivé le soir tu deviens mon pire ennemi… Qui est-ce?
J’aimerai commencer par dire que cela me fait très plaisir de pouvoir écrire de nouveau sur mon blog, mais malheureusement ce n’est pas le cas… La vérité c’est que la semaine dernière j’ai reçu des menaces, (oui cela peut arriver quand on devient un blogger si réputé.) Et il/elle m’a menacé de fermer mon compte bancaire en Suisse, d’enlever ma femme et mes enfants si je ne continuais pas à écrire sur mon blog plus régulièrement…(non, c’est pas ma mère, là)
Que faire, si ce n’est de continuer à écrire contre mon gré? Moi qui pensais être finalement libre des chaînes de l’autorité parentale. (Selon Diderot) Me voilà de nouveau prisonnier des choses matériels de ce monde…
Maintenant voilà vous vous posez sûrement la question pourquoi ce titre? C’est très simple. J’ai été inspiré d’écrire après avoir passé une soirée à jouer au rugby avec mes frères et mes soeurs et mes cousins tard le soir. Même l’obscurité ne pouvait pas nous empêcher de jouer. Car vers 21 heures Dieu nous a éclairé avec un spot géant BIO, la lune…
Alors voilà je trouvais que l’image était très sympathique; il est presque 22 heures. C’est la pleine lune et les Kapitaniuk, fous comme on est, jouent au rugby. (Quand en vérité j’était sensé être en train de réviser… Ehh ouais je ne suis pas le fils de mon père pour rien!)
With school you noticed that I never have the time to write, especially that for some reason Mom now considers blogging like fun, so I can only write when I have done all my homework and if I’m ready for the next days exam. (which means never…)
But I’m writing to inform you that this is my last blog in English, it’s now time for me to move on and learn to write correctly in French.
For those of you who can’t read or understand a single word in French, (yes like you Grandpa!!) it’s no big deal. It’s a great time to learn with globalization. Only us “Frenchies” are excused from learning any other language. Because everyone knows that French is the worlds most prettiest and romantic language!! (So why learn something else?)
For some reason, no matter skeptical you may be about this statement it is the sad truth so live with it!! But on the other hand that might explain why France is the worse country in the world, when it comes to learning another language.
Mais voilà c’est la vie !! Il faut apprendre à vivre avec ses défauts !!
Snow is something quite rare in this area of France, probably as rare as dinosaurs today ! or very close. =) And if we do get a bit of snow it comes in millimeters, we sometimes get 5 or 10 mm, and maybe if we’re really lucky we get 20 mm ! Wow… Anyway I think you get the point.
But believe it or not, this week we saw a dinosaur ! Yup, last Sunday morning with already a couple mm of snow on the ground it started snowing, but this time in wasn’t the usual spitting or the nasty nagging from the sky which it really loves doing here; no, it actually started snowing at a such a speed that towards the end of the day we had gotten 150 mm !!! Doesn’t that sound so like a lot !? =)
So that night after coming home around 7 pm from a special evening with our church, we all (dad, mom and friends) decided to enjoy the great snow, that was especially good for packing, and built a great snowman that was about three meters tall (ok, maybe something close to that.)
Once finished with that we decided to make an igloo, which, yes, is a family tradition (maybe we have some eskimo blood…). We did finish that after the “fabrication” of at least the hundredth snow brick ! At eleven at night ! But when taking the time to admire what we had created, we had great satisfaction inside and that’s what made it so great.
P.S. I’ll put some pictures tomorrow of the snow day if you’re interested .
Yeah yeah, you’re probably telling yourself “Oh! Peter finally wrote something, better enjoy it because there probably won’t be more for the next couple weeks…” And sadly your most probably right, for one simple reason.
School… Such meaning to that word. It usually means months of imprisonment, days of depression, and an indifference that begins to grow inside the soul, also I practically don’t get anymore exercise, except for chasing after the bus every morning, and so my once well-toned muscular body has turned to mush! I’m almost afraid to look behind me and see what I once looked like.
But happily its finally Christmas vacation, and I now have a bit to time to myself… Or will I ?
Well well, that last post was quite interesting: short, simple, yet quite complex if you really meditate on it… And it probably has a lot of truth in it. But even if I hate to say it, that phrase was not from me. =)
Some horrible scoundrel hacked into my account, destroyed all my data, and published horrifying propaganda on my blog ! I later on found out that this scoundrel was no other than my big brother who had created my account for me several months ago… Moral of the story, you can never trust anyone, anywhere !!! Except yourself. =)
P.S. Guess I’m going to have to change the password…
Seriously. He is.
