Of all the things my parents gave me, these are the best:

My 2 sisters. I love them endlessly.

A love of reading - reading is the key to knowledge. A cliché perhaps, but living in a country with a weak reading culture has really brought that point home to me.

People from Denmark do not generally speak Dutch , though they may of course have learned it as a foreign language. Danes speak DANISH!

Addendum:

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I’ve been tagged for a meme by Shay of Little Grey Bungalow. These are the rules:

1. Link to the person that tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

And here are 6 non-important things about me:

1. I can wiggle my ears
2. I dislike even numbers; when asked to pick a random number I will always choose an odd number.
3. I have a scar across the root of my nose, which I got at the age of 5 when I fell and hit my face on the edge of a cement trough in a pigsty.
4. I never went to year 4 of primary school, but jumped straight from year 3 to year 5. My oldest son did the same thing.
5. I was born on my parents’ 2nd wedding anniversary.
6. I love cold potato salad.

I would like to tag the following: Arlene, Beate, Kat, Mei, Melly, Opal

Due to the choice I’ve made regarding my citizenship, I will never set foot in a polling booth. Due to my reserved nature, I am not politically active. I am politically aware though.
Vote for change!

*Please note that the opinion expressed in this post represents the viewpoint of the author, and is not necessarily endorsed by other members of her household.*

I thank you all for your concern and offer my apologies for the previous post. Angling for pity is not my usual style. I hope!

Jeg takker for pust og ønsker om god bedring og undskylder hermed det forrige indlæg. Selvynk er ikke min sædvanlige stil. Håber jeg!

I found my first grey hairs today.

I dag fandt jeg mine første grå hår.

I’m an excellent speller, but a lousy computer keyboardist!

Jeg er rigtigt god til at stave, men elendig til at skrive på tastatur!

I have lived more than half of my life outside Denmark, doubt that I will ever live there again, but have no plans to give up my Danish citizenship.
And why not? Because after almost 22 years in Malaysia I have come to realize that no matter how well I have adjusted to and love living here, in my heart I am still Danish. Changing one’s nationality is not only about the challenge of adapting to a new culture. It also has to do with heritage, collective memories and knowledge of one’s roots. And that is why it will never say Malaysia on the front of my passport.

Jeg har boet mere end halvdelen af mit liv udenfor Danmarks grænser, regner ikke med at komme til at bo der igen, men har ingen planer om nogensinde at opgive mit danske statsborgerskab.
Og hvorfor ikke det? Fordi jeg efter snart 22 år i Malaysia må erkende at lige meget hvor glad jeg er for at bo her og uanset hvor godt jeg har tilpasset mig, så føler jeg mig stadig dansk. For det at skifte nationalitet handler ikke kun om om den store udfordring der ligger i at tilegne sig en ny kultur. Som Irene nævner drejer det sig også om en kulturarv, kollektive minder og viden om at det der, det er det man kommer af og fra. Så hvor meget jeg end holder af Malaysia, så bliver det aldrig det, der kommer til at stå på mit pas.

Today would have been my father’s 75th birthday. He died from prostate cancer in 1992 and the pain and sadness of that loss, though tempered by time, will be with me until the end of my own life.
My father gave me the greatest gift a parent can give a child: unconditional love and acceptance. Every day I do my best to pass that gift on to my own children.

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