Posted by: Vicky | March 26, 2010

New blog!

I’ve rejoined the wonderful world of blogging! Yay!

From now on I will be blogging over at

Posted by: Vicky | June 11, 2009

A solution of sorts

I’ve got good news to report.

Tonight we had the big youth group meeting, where we discussed among other things both the end of my trial period as youth leader and AYGL’s.

Thinking about it, I’ve got two pieces of good news. (Ok three, but the fact that I’m starting a work placement on Monday is beside the point. Great, but beside the point *g*)

Number one:
I am now officially a full member of the youth group leadership team. Yays!!!

Number two:
AYGL is no longer a member of the youth group leadership team. Phew!!!

I had a meeting with the youth pastor last week about something completely different, during which he asked me how I felt about continuing as youth leader. I managed to scrape up all my courage and explain how I felt about AYGL (I should probably stop calling him Annoying Youth Group Leader now, but I can’t think of anything else…). Having had time to calm down, I didn’t tell him ‘either AYGL goes or I go,’ I just explained how difficult I find working with him.

Was I ever shocked when he responded to my diplomatic ‘maybe it’s just me’ with the most emphatic head shake I’ve seen in a long time. ‘Oh no, it’s definitely not just you!!!’

It turns out practically the whole church (or at least everyone who has to work with AYGL) have been giving him the same feedback. In fact, the senior pastor has even been wondering whether this guy is a suitable role model for the kids. His son (great kid, if only he were ten years older, I’d be maaadly in love *g*) came back from the easter camp with undisclosed stories about AYGL’s behaviour. I don’t know what he was referring to, but I agree wholeheartedly!

So we’re all agreed that he is currently not a suitable candidate for youth leadership. Thank goodness for that. But being the good christians that we are [tongue in cheek here], we feel he needs help, trying to overcome his “social incompetence” which is the main problem, or at least the main symptom of what seems to be a massive black hole where his self confidence should be.

If nobody ever tells him he needs to work on his social interaction skills and nobody ever gives him the chance to try again, he’s never going to improve. That’s where we come in. (Oh joy…)

We have agreed (after hours of prayer and discussion) to give him a second trial period. He will no longer be an actual youth leader, with the whole role model function that goes with it. He will be an organisational assistent (or some such). He was never meant to be a full youth leader before, he only wanted to be an “organisational leader”. But he wanted the power, or rather the prestige of being a full leader. No, seriously, he constantly went round casually mentioning announcing the fact that he was a youth leader now. Ok, it’s human to want people to know, but in every conversation?!

So now we have a three month period during which he has to behave himself or he’s out. We will be giving him feedback (hopefully constructive feedback) and the youth pastor, who is also his mentor, will be working on it with him.

I’m relieved that I no longer have to look at him as a close team member. And that he won’t be invited to the meetings. And that I won’t be expecting help from him that I never get. And most of all that I’m not going on the summer camp!!! He’s still a camp leader…

But I’m worried about how he’ll take it. He’s not known for taking rejection well. When he applied to join the team two years ago and was rejected, he made snide remarks about it for… almost two years, I guess, right up until we asked him to join on a trial basis… perhaps we should have known better.

Am I ever glad that the youth pastor has volunteered to have the Talk alone with AYGL ;-)

We ended the meeting on a lighter note (although the laughter might have been slightly hysterical). The youth pastor’s wife recently had a talk with one of the girls about what area of the church she would like to volunteer in. This girl is a 22-year-old epileptic, really nice girl (when she’s not shouting at you), but spiritually and just generally very immature. It turns out, she wants to join the youth group leadership team… Here we go again…

What a reaction from Nathalie, the other group leader: ‘Are we attracting them? Why is it always…?! Next we’ll have XYZ applying to become a youth leader!’

XYZ is another mentally handicapped twen. He’s nice enough, I guess, but really creepy. It doesn’t help that he announced his New Year’s resolution was to find a girlfriend this year…

If XYZ announces his intention of becoming a youth leader any time soon, it can mean only one thing: Nathalie has the gift of prophecy ;-)

PS: I didn’t use the print-out of the chat with AYGL. In fact, I never even printed it out. It was just reassuring to have it :-)

Posted by: Vicky | May 22, 2009

I’m done talking…

… one of us has got to go.

I talked to the guy who was driving me crazy to clear the air. It was a good talk and I thought we’d sorted it all out. We even went to a youth group leader conference in Nürnberg for a whole weekend and I didn’t really want to throttle him much ;-)

After the talk I managed to head myself off before I got too upset about his behaviour, by reminding myself that partly it’s my problem, I react that way to some things because of hurt in my past. And I told myself that he was trying to change. During our talk he admitted that some of the behavioural patterns I was having trouble with were weaknesses he was aware of and working on. So I cut him some slack for a while.

But there has been no change whatsoever in his behaviour. No, I don’t expect overnight miracles, but a little consideration given that I’ve explained to him just how it makes me feel?

It’s that time of year again, when the youth group goes on their summer camp and needs my parents car. I’m a bit touchy about people phoning me about it, given that it’s nothing to do with me (I’m not going on the camp, no money and I hope to be working by then).

So when he phones up on Monday demanding (read it DEMANDING) that I drive the car to church some day in July and then go haring off to somewhere in Thurgau (different canton, I live in canton Zurich) to pick up a smaller car they’re renting to replace my parent’s huge one, I was not impressed. Especially since he started off by saying

‘I sent you an email on Saturday, didn’t you get it?!’
I’m sorry, Saturday? So, you sent me an email the day before yesterday about something happening in two months time and you’re upset that I haven’t answered yet? Not to mention the fact that it was the weekend…

Me: ‘Do you remember that I said I’d be away this weekend, that was why I didn’t help with the youth group special on Sunday… No? Well, I’ve been away all weekend, in fact I’m still away so I haven’t been online since Friday.’

AYGL (annoying youth group leader): ‘But I sent you an email on Saturday, you haven’t answered, didn’t you get it?!’

Me (through clenched teeth): ‘I haven’t read my emails since Friday, so I don’t know whether it arrived or not!’

After finally convincing him the email was probably sitting in my Inbox but I honestly hadn’t read it, I told him I don’t know where I’ll be in July, whether I’d be able to go pick up the car, so he’d have to find someone else. I almost choked on his answer:

‘We thought it’d be easiest if you went to pick it up.’
EASIEST FOR WHOM EXACTLY?!!!!!! Not me, that’s for sure.

I’m sorry, but to me that sounds as if he thinks he’s doing me a favour…

Today he starts up a chat conversation with me on Facebook. (This is translated from Swiss German)

AYGL: Hi Vicky, I thought I was supposed to sort out borrowing the Vito with your parents and you don’t want to have anything to do with it?
Passive aggressive or what?

Me: Huh?

AYGL: Well, because you told your mum that we’re renting a replacement car for them.
My parents need a replacement for their car for some of the time, usually the youth group then borrows a small car from someone else, but this time AYGL was too lazy to even ask anyone. I warned my parents he’d probably be calling them again soon and told them about the rental. They’re not impressed with the waste of money (especially since it’s costing them over 1000 Francs to send my sister on the camp) and have contacted AYGL with a cheaper suggestion.

Me: Oh, was that supopsed to be a secret? You shouldn’t have told me either then…

AYGL: I just wanted to ask you whether you’d do us a favour, nothing to do with the Vito

Me: In that case, I’ve got to be honest with you, you should work how you ask for favours. Saying ‘we thought it would be easiest’ makes it sound like you think you’re doing me a favour’

AYGL: screw you, you’re always saying I should work on stuff

Ok, he said ‘du chasch mich langsam’, but I think it’s fair to translate that as ‘screw you’. In any case, I didn’t answer him, cause where can you go from there other than downhill all the way…

Maybe I could have been more diplomatic about it. But how? Anway, as far as I’m concerned, it’s the last straw. I don’t want to be in a team with him. He’s not a team player. Maybe in a couple of years, but right now, I don’t think he’s a very good role model for the kids. He’s rude to everyone. And the rule we made about it being important that we are honest about things that bother us about each other (I think he even suggested it)? Ha! Not so much, huh? I guess he meant it was important that he could be honest about things that bother him…

In our next meeting we’ll be discussing the end of both his and my trial period as youth group leader. I’ll definitely be bringing it up. I guess it’s probably cowardly and definitely unfair of me, but I don’t want to talk to him beforehand, or let him know that I’ve copy-pasted that conversation and will be bringing it along, or that I mean to announce I think we should give him another chance in a year or two…

I am so not looking forward to that meeting.

Posted by: Vicky | April 22, 2009

Trapped in the past, I just can’t seem to move on.

20SB Blog Swap 4
It’s the 4th 20 Something Bloggers’ blog swap! I’ve been paired up with the wonderful Jenn from Free and Flawed. What an honour! If you haven’t come across her yet (very unlikely, I know) go check her out when you’re done reading her great post here. And don’t forget to go read my blog swap post over there

Anyway, enough from me, here’s Jenn!


I’m mad at my cups. I know this seems silly, but hear me out.

I moved a little over a week ago so I spent a better part of my Saturday unpacking. The bad thing about unpacking is you don’t remember what was packed up before the move; Every box is fair game.

I don’t usually keep things from ex-boyfriends lying around. In fact, I don’t usually keep anything from ex-boyfriends. (Short interruption: I had a burning phase where everything from past relationships went up in flames. I grew out of that.) While unpacking I unintentionally opened a box of memories from a not-so-recent breakup. I’m talking about the BIG one. The heart-shattering, life-changing, stay-in-bed-all-day-crying one that leaves you wondering, wishing and ultimately hating.

It’s been a year so I assumed going through the box wouldn’t hurt. Too much. The first few objects didn’t phase me. I thought about the memory they represented, but I didn’t feel too bad. Woo hoo, progress! But then there it was. At the bottom of the box lay a handful of photos. I hesitated before picking them up.

The good and bad thing about the breakup is that it’s getting harder for me to remember his face. Of course I’ll never forget him, but the details are fading. Picking up the photos was a bad idea. Within seconds tears flooded my eyes and all that love, confusion and pain rushed to the surface before exploding into the box.

I remembered everything: his face, the way his skin felt when I’d run my hand over his head (he shaved his head), the way his voice sounded when he said “Beeze” (my nickname), his laugh, the conversation we had when we first uttered “love,” his smell…the way he cried on the phone before we hung up, our last hug…I sat there, dazed, as if the breakup happened days ago.

After I composed myself, or manned up as I like to say, I pulled two cups out of the box. I remember the day he gave them to me; I even remember what he was wearing. I remember why he chose them. That was one of the last times I saw him. I never used the cups. They stayed in my box for more than a year. After moving I realized I only had two glasses. I could buy more, but I thought that I could be strong enough to use them. They’re just cups right?

Wrong. Now every stupid sip of water is tainted with ugly memories that just make me feel upset and dumb (they’re cups for Christ’s sake!)

Lessons I’ve learned: 1) I need to label boxes that shouldn’t be opened. 2) I need to buy new cups. 3) Time doesn’t heal every wound.

Posted by: Vicky | April 17, 2009

We need to talk

This post is me working out a few problems I’ve been having with a co-youth-group-leader. Another co-leader has been having similar problems and recommended writing it down, not only to get it all off my chest, but also to force myself to actually define exactly what it is that upsets me so much about this guy’s behaviour. I’ve been trying to get it done and then putting it off again since we got back from the easter camp on Monday (when I was tempted to crash the car just cause he was in it, talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face…). Tonight is youth group and I’m going to have to deal with him. So I’ve decided to write it in German, I think that might flow more naturally as it’s the language I normally communicate with him in…

Wo soll ich nur anfangen, es gibt inzwischen so viel das mich an dir stresst. Es is so weit, dass ich knurre wenn ich nur auf Facebook deinen Namen sehe. Kannst du mir bitte einfach einmal, ein einziges mal, zuhören ohne dass du mich unterbrichst? Danke.

Ich mag es nicht, wie du deinen Stress immer sofort an anderen auslässt. Nicht nur an mir (aber auch sehr oft an mir), auch an den Jugendlichen. Hallo?! Du solltest für sie ein Vorbild sein! Ich verstehe ja, dass du im OLA (Osterlager) sehr viel zu tun hattest und gekränkelt hast. Deswegen fühle ich mich aber nicht besser wenn du mich anfauchst. (Hast du mich am Donnerstag und Freitag gehört?! Ich konnte kaum zwei Worte hervorbringen ohne dass ich mir fast die Lungen aus dem Leib gehustet hätte!)

Du magst ja denken, dass du Witze zu machen scheinst, aber damit etwas ein Witz und keine Gehässigkeit ist, muss der Tonfall stimmen. Dieses Wochenende habe ich von dir kein einziges Mal den Witz-Tonfall gehört, dafür umso mehr den gehässigen, verächtlichen.

Du wirkst sehr herablassend besserwisserisch. *beruhige mich, höre auf zu knurren* Wenn du während einer Diskussion deinen Hals runter streckst um dein Gesicht möglichst nahe zu meinem zu bringen, jedes Wort mit einem Nicken unterstreichst und den verächtlichst möglichen Tonfall benützst, kannst du jedes mal froh sein, wenn ich das Weisheitsgebet spreche (‘Gott, schenk mir Weisheit!!!’) oder auf eine möglichst hohe Zahl zähle. 

Kommen wir zum OLA.

Wenn ich Auto fahre, empfinde ich es als wertend, wenn du mir konstant hilfreiche Tips und Anweisungen gibst. Wenn ich Hilfe brauche werde ich fragen. Was mich aber besonders wahnsinnig macht daran dass du mich dabei konstant korrigierst, ist die Tatsache dass du selbst nicht Auto fährst! Du bist ja noch nicht mal dabei es zu lernen!!! Also lass mich in Ruhe fahren, oder fahr bei jemandem anders mit! Schliesslich hast du ja die Autos eingeteilt!

Endlich im Lager angekommen, hast du bei der ersten Aktivität anstatt mitzumachen damit wir möglichst schnell fertig werden, nur jede Minute wieder höhnisch kommentiert dass uns die Zeit ausgeht. Und ausserdem dass du viel zu müde bist für diesen Scheiss, es ist doch schon fast Mitternacht. Warum bist du denn nicht einfach ins Bett? Wenn du dich schon überwindest, wach zu bleiben und so zu tun als ob du mitmachst, dann könntest du dich doch auch genau so gut noch ein kleines Bisschen mehr überwinden und richtig mitmachen! Nicht? Bah. Wer hat mich eigentlich dort mit dir in die Gruppe gesteckt?!

Das ganze Lager war ähnlich. Wenn du nicht gerade den Autoschlüssel oder Fahrdienst von mir brauchtest, kommuniziertest du durch ein Knurren.

Ich muss zugeben, inzwischen knurre ich zurück. Es tut mir leid. Du bist bestimmt nicht allein schuld daran, dass wir nur noch so sprechen. Ich denke es würde uns beiden das Leben vereinfachen, wenn wir darüber reden und es klären könnten.

Der Montag.

Ich habe schon lange nicht mehr einen so schlechten Tag erlebt (und ich meine nicht nur dass ich im Bowling so unterdurchschnittlich gespielt habe). Es lag nicht nur an dir. Aber ich habe mich tatsächlich das ganze Lager davor gefürchtet, die dreistündige Heimreise mit dir und Y. machen zu müssen. (Y. schläft ja nur im Auto, das heisst dass wir überhaupt keinen Puffer hatten).

Dann hatte ich am Morgen noch dieses Gespräch mit meiner Kleingruppe. Die Mädels treiben mich noch in den Wahnsinn! Es ist so anstrengend und schmerzlich, immer wieder eine neue Lösung finden zu müssen, weil sie, allem Anschein zum Trotz, doch nicht mit dem was wir abgemacht und durchgeführt haben zufrieden sind.

Direkt nach diesem Gespräch musste ich mich hinters Steuer setzen. Eigentlich hätte ich noch eine halbe Stunde zum Heulen gebraucht. Aber du wolltest als erstes Auto beim Bowling sein. Ich bin dir übrigens schon dankbar dafür dass du dich mit Delirious! einverstanden erklärt hast, obwohl du dir schon vier Tage lang Worshiplieder anhören musstest. Nur, wenn du dich damit einverstanden erklärst, wieso setzt du dann Kopfhörer auf und drehst deine Musik so laut auf, dass es die CD übertönt?

Und dass Y. im ersten Auto sitzen sollte war nicht der hellste Plan. Sie, als Hauptverantwortliche fürs Haus müsste doch als letzte fahren um sicher zu gehen dass tatsächlich alles in Ordnung ist, nicht? Tja, so hat es sich dann auch ergeben. Die Abfallsäcke mussten noch entsorgt werden, wir konnten nicht früher losfahren. Zu dumm. Aber alles in allem nur ein kleines Problem. Wir kamen halt alle gleichzeitig beim Bowling an, na und? Das Wetter war wunderschön, wir konnten alle draussen warten  während du noch die letzten Details klärtest. Aber du musstest wieder halb ausrasten und über alles fluchen. Es war nicht Y’s Schuld. Und noch viel weniger meine. Solche Sachen passieren halt. Deine Reaktion war unangebracht.

Du wirst nie wissen wie nahe du bei der Reise von diesem Berg dran warst, durch einen verzweifelten Riss am Steuer von der Strasse abzukommen und den Hag runter zu rollen. Ich habe den ganzen Weg um Nerven, Geduld und vorallem Ruhe gebetet. Und versucht die Tränen zurück zu halten.

Dank meinem Rasen (nur ein wenig) sind wir trotz allem gleichzeitig mit den ersten der Gruppe beim Bowling angekommen. Ein Dankeschön hätte nicht geschadet, aber war wohl zu viel verlangt.

Wir habe zwei Stunden Bowling gespielt. Ich habe darauf geachtet, dass ich weder mit dir, noch mit den Mitgliedern meiner Kleingruppe zusammenspiele. Trotzdem und trotz der Tatsache dass ich mit einem der grössten Witzbolde unserer Truppe gespielt habe, musste ich mich die ganzen zwei Stunden unglaublich zusammenreissen um nicht los zu heulen. Und die ganze Zeit fürchtete ich mich vor der Weiterreise mit dir.

Ich habe meinen ganzen Mut zusammengenommen, und versucht mit dir darüber zu sprechen. Es wäre besser wenn wir nicht im gleichen Auto weiterfahren würden. Weisst du was mich das gekostet hat?! So eine Schwäche zuzugeben? Dass ich einfach nicht mehr kann? Glaubst du wirklich, dass es die beste Antwort war, mir herablassend zu erklären (mit Nicken und Handzeichen), dass wir zwei ‘uns beissen’? Aber wir müssen ja eh am Freitag wieder auskommen, das ist ja das gleiche. Und ausserdem, bis nach Zürich werden wir es ja wohl noch aushalten!

In diesem Moment war es zu viel für mich, auch noch zu antworten. War ich vielleicht froh, dass ich an die Reihe kam. Wenn du vorne an der Bowlingbahn stehst, sieht niemand dass du dir die Tränen zurückschniefst.

Meine verspätete Antwort auf deine drei Aussagen:

  1. Ja, wir zwei beissen uns. Aber diese Aussage hilft mir in keiner Weise weiter. Wieso beissen wir uns? Aus meiner Sicht… aus meiner Sicht liegt das Problem bei dir. Auch wenn ich mich etwas schuldig fühle wenn ich das sagen, so sehe ich es. Schliesslich hast du mich noch nie darauf angesprochen, dass ich mich auf eine Art benehme die in dir das Gehässig-sein auslöst. Also kann ich mich (noch) nicht verbessern. Ausserdem habe ich bei dir beobachtet, dass du auf viele Frauen so reagierst, nicht nur auf mich. Du beisst dich ehrlich gesagt nicht nur mit mir….
  2. Dass wir am Freitag (also heute) wieder auskommen müssen ist ja ein grosser Teil des Problems. Wenn wir nicht weiterhin auskommen müssten, könnte ich dich als Arschloch (‘tschuldige) abschreiben. Weisst du, die Tatsache dass wir Teamkollegen sind, dass wir uns eigentlich helfen und unterstützen müssten, das macht es ja aus dass es mir viel mehr weh tut wenn du mich anschnautzst als wenn irgendein dahergelaufener Tropf Blödsinn redet. DAMIT wir weiterhin miteinander arbeiten können, wollte ich nicht mit dir zurückfahren.
  3. WIR werden es bis Zürich miteinander aushalten?! Ich muss mich aufs Fahren konzentrieren können! Was musst du gross aushalten?!

Du hast dich schlussendlich doch zusammen gerissen und nicht mehr so viel kommentiert. Danke.

Nur zu dumm, dass im letzten Moment bevor wir tanken gehen wollten, C. mich überholt und dann die falsche Ausfahrt genommen hat und ich ihr natürlich prompt hinterher gefahren bin. Aber auch das war eigentlich nur ein kleines Malheur. Immer noch kein Grund zu fluchen und über Frauen am Steuer herzuziehen. Meinst du das macht einen Unterschied, dass du sie gemeint hast und nicht mich? Wer ist denn den ganzen Weg hin und zurück gefahren?! Ich! Und was bin ich?! Ja wohl kein Mann… UND SCHLIESSLICH, DU HELDENHAFTER MANN, KANNST DU SELBST JA ÜBERHAUPT NICHT AUTOFAHREN!!!

Entschuldige, ich krieg mich wieder ein.

Das wäre es wohl. Ja, der Montag ist noch weiter gegangen, mit weiteren ‘Frauen am Steuer’ Bemerkungen (keinesfalls in lockerem witzigem Tonfall), das Auto entladen war auch eine Qual. Danke all den Teilnehmern, die uns geholfen habe und mir nebenbei noch als Puffer gedient haben! Aber alle weiteren Vorfälle waren nur wieder von der gleichen Art wie ich sie schon beschrieben habe.

Ich gehe jetzt beten. Ohne Gottes Hilfe kann das nämlich heute Abend gar nicht gut gehen.

PS: Du hast einen arroganten Gang!!!

PPS: ‘Tschuldige

Posted by: Vicky | March 24, 2009

Not as sexy as I remembered

I’ve finally discovered For some reason I failed to get it to work when I originally opened an account :-S

But I think I’ve got the hang of it now ;-)

So this random Wham song Bad Boys turned up, reminding me of the 2004 cover of Wild Boys by Phixx. After rediscovering the name of the band via Wikipedia, I eventually managed to track down their first single on YouTube.

Honestly, when this video came out, I would stop channel hopping any time it was on. I watched it as often as I could. I thought the song was superb and the video even better. Looking back, I’m surprised I didn’t buy their album. Maybe it never came out in Switzerland ;-)

Anyway, watching it now, it just gives me the giggles. Nice bods and all, but seriously?!

I wish I could say I was all of fourteen or so when I believed in all seriousness this was one of the best music videos ever. Um, no. More like twenty…

Posted by: Vicky | March 11, 2009

Another note to self

Failing twice in a row to make the ball cross the net does indeed call for extra concentration as you attempt to serve for the third time.

What it does not call for (NOT IN THE LEAST!!!) is inserting your lower lip between your teeth, as this will lead to your teeth being inserted into your lower lip at the moment your hand hits the ball…

Posted by: Vicky | March 9, 2009

BBC book list

I have actually got a load of things to post about, but I can’t be bothered. I’m in more of a meme-ish mood.

I’ve seen this list floating around the blogosphere (the first post I saw was Mariko’s), and am curious to see how many of the books I’ve read.

I’m going to do it my own way:

  1. Put the books you’ve read in bold, italicise those you’ve only read part of.
  2. Add a ‘+’ to the ones you LOVE.
  3. Star (*) the ones you’re planning to read.
  4. Add a ‘-‘ to the ones you had to read for school or course work and absolutely hated.
  5. Add a ‘?’ to the ones you’d never heard of before.


  1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
  2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
  3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
  4. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams +
  5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling +
  6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
  7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne +
  8. Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
  9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis +
  10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
  11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller
  12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
  13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks ?
  14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier
  15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger

  16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
  17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
  18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
  19. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres

  20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy

  21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
  22. Harry Potter And The Philosopher’s Stone, JK Rowling+
  23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling
  24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling
  25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
  26. Tess Of The D’Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy
  27. Middlemarch, George Eliot
  28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving

  29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck

  30. Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll +
  31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson ?
  32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez ?
  33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
  34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
  35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
  36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
  37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
  38. Persuasion, Jane Austen ?
  39. Dune, Frank Herbert
  40. Emma, Jane Austen
  41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery
  42. Watership Down, Richard Adams
  43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
  44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
  45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
  46. Animal Farm, George Orwell
  47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens

  48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy

  49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian
  50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher
  51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett +
  52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
  53. The Stand, Stephen King ?
  54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
  55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
  56. The BFG, Roald Dahl
  57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome +
  58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell
  59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
  60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
  61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
  62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden
  63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
  64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
  65. Mort, Terry Pratchett +
  66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
  67. The Magus, John Fowles
  68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman +
  69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett +
  70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
  71. Perfume, Patrick Süsskind
  72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
  73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett +
  74. Matilda, Roald Dahl
  75. Bridget Jones’s Diary, Helen Fielding
  76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt
  77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins

  78. Ulysses, James Joyce

  79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens
  80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson ?
  81. The Twits, Roald Dahl
  82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith

  83. Holes, Louis Sachar ?
  84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake
  85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
  86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson ?
  87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
  88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
  89. Magician, Raymond E Feist

  90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac
  91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo

  92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel
  93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett +
  94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho +
  95. Katherine, Anya Seton
  96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer
  97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez

  98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson ?
  99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
  100. Midnight’s Children, Salman Rushdie *

If I counted correctly, I’ve read 41, started and discarded another 7 and never heard of 21 of them. I’d say that’s quite a good tally. Although, competitive as I am, I would prefer to at least have cracked the 50% mark… Ah well ;)

Posted by: Vicky | February 21, 2009

Am I supposed to be impressed?

Found this on LizSara’s blog (so I’m a bit behind with my reader. I’m getting there, I’m up to February now!) and had a go myself. I can never resist this kind of crap.


Your rainbow is shaded red.


What is says about you: You are a passionate person. You appreciate energetic people. You get bored easily and want friends who will keep up with you.

Find the colors of your rainbow at


Oooh, clever. “Your rainbow is shaded red.” You asked me to select up to three of my favourite colours and I chose red and pink, of course my blinking rainbow is shaded red! D-oh!

I do like my rainbow. Not quite sure about that dirty greenish stripe in the middle though. What on earth is that doing there?! What do they mean by it?!

Posted by: Vicky | February 20, 2009

Note to self

While it is true that the lid of the kettle is in fact made of the kind of isolating plastic stuff that doesn’t get hot and burn your fingers, it is still not a good idea to rest your hand on the kettle as it boils.

Why not???

Because you, my dear Vicky, are a moron who will position your hand in such a way that your fingers hang directly over the spout. The same spout that currently happens to be blowing boiling hot steam…

I rest my case.


Posted by: Vicky | February 19, 2009

My day in bullet points

What Vicky did…

  • Worked out how much it’ll cost to get to my interview in the UK on Wednesday.
  • Spent an hour trying to work out what bus goes to the random village I’m applying for a job in.
  • After that hour (and after having successfully discovered a bus route), I was told to get a cab from the station rather than take the bus.
  • Found train timetable.
  • Panicked because I haven’t got a credit card* and my parents are on holiday -> no way to book flights and trains. Aaarrrgghhh!!!
  • Decided to con friend, who was coming round for dinner anyway, into booking them for me.
  • Phoned said friend to ask for a favour.
  • Discovered he hasn’t got a credit card either. Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhh!!!
  • Panicked some more.
  • Calmed down and phoned my wonderful aunt Helen for the gazillionth time today. She agreed to book the tickets for me, so I sent her an email with the details.
  • Checked the flights again on EasyJet and discovered the cost of the flight to the UK had gone up £80 pounds since the last time I’d checked!
  • Shit! Shit! Shit!!! Panicked some more.
  • Decided there was nothing to be done. I’ll just have to grit my teeth and bear it.
  • Improved my CV. I know more than just the basics of C++, Java and HTML. I’m good at them, so there!
  • Emailed my former boss to ask for a reference.
  • Found a job in Zurich that looks good. So they’re looking for someone with a Bachelor degree. Tough, it looks perfect for me. Maybe I can downgrade my Master’s.
  • Tried to compose a job application email while making a batch of brownies
  • Credit-card-less friend Pij came round and we cooked spaghetti. He only made fun of me a little bit for the way I bend the spaghetti into the boiling water with a fork (I don’t like the thought of one end of the spaghetti being submerged for significantly less time than the other. There’s probably a psycho-medical condition that describes people like me *g*)
  • Ate spaghetti  in front of the TV watching Blood Diamond. Um. Good film. Awful content. Awful because it’s real. Definitely worth watching.**
  •  Brownies for desert, thank goodness Pij ate most of them. I shouldn’t be eating much until Wednesday, I have to fit into a suit that was tight when I bought it and I’ve put on weight since then!***
  • After Pij left I found an email from Helen saying she’d booked the flight for £180 and hoped that sounded right.
  • Panicked. Had she only booked one way?! That was what I was expecting the flight to the UK to cost on its own. Plus, she’d written flight, single…
  • Wrote frantic reply asking how many flights she’d booked.
  • Continued to refine the job application email. (I hate writing them!!!)
  • Helen phoned up to check whether I’d got her email and whether she’d got it right.
  • Panicked Helen by asking whether she’d booked a return flight. ‘Shouldn’t I have?’
  • After much confusion we worked out that I’d been looking at the prices in Swiss Francs, thinking it was in Pounds. Yay, the price hadn’t gone up by £100 pounds after all. Typical me…
  • Finished the job application and sent it off. I refuse to worry about it, I’m sure it’s good enough. Although I could have said… No! I’m not thinking about it!
  • Emailed my volleyball team to let them know I won’t be in training on Tuesday. I’m spending the week in the UK! Yays!!!
  • Wrote this whole post using a Swiss keyboard that thinks it’s British. Why does this keep happening?! What key combination keeps doing that?! If anyone has any idea I’d be really grateful. Stupid Vista!
  • Ate the last two brownies. Oh no, wait, I haven’t done that yet. That’s what I’m about to do, as soon as I’ve published this :-)


* I’m stupid, but not that stupid. I know how rubbish I am with money. Why would I even dream of allowing myself a credit card?! (Ok, I admit it! I do dream of getting a credit card sometimes. But I’ve managed to stay strong. (So far) (Shut up! No credit cards!)  (Shhhhh! Sorry about this))

** Sorry, I really suck as a film critic, I know.

*** I do still fit into it, just, I tried it on yesterday. And then I tried on the dress, don’t ask me why. Never ever get me started trying things on. I’ll happily go back and try on absolutely everything in my whole wardrobe to see if it still looks as good/awful as I remember…

Posted by: Vicky | February 9, 2009

Random answers to personal questions

Liz from Attention All Shipping has ordered me to answer the following questions. Thanks Liz! I was thinking of doing some kind of meme, cause like you I don’t feel up to composing a coherent post right now (just not motivated, nothing worse).

So here are the rules:

1. Put your iPod or iTunes library, MP3 player, etc. on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the Next button to get your answer.

On And On And On – ABBA
I guess I might say something like that if it were really okay. Possibly.

Imagine – John Lennon
I do spend a lot of time in imaginary worlds, reading, dreaming and so on, so I suppose it doesn’t fit too badly :-)

Kein Himmel [No heaven]- Allee Der Kosmonauten
Em, not true.

I got money now – Pink
I do spend a lot of time worrying about money, and I hope to get a well paying job, but I wouldn’t call it my life’s purpose

The Day Before You Came – ABBA

Who needs love? – Razorlight
I hope that’s not what they think of me!

… 100 Tage Vor Kairo [100 days before Kairo]- Krischan

– WHAT IS 2+2?
Joyride – The Killers

In Pieces – Linkin Park

Outstretched Hands – Starlight

Come Home – James
Giving that I don’t feel properly at home anywhere, I can’t decide whether that answer is absolute rubbish or incredibly insightful

Yet Another Movie – Pink Floyd
Yep, that’s what I want to be: a movie! Not a movie star or anything, I want to be an actual movie :-)

Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel – Tavares
I wish…

Nummer Eis [Number One (in Swiss-German)] – Heimspiel
I guess it’s possible

Du Bist Nicht Allein [You are not alone]- Allee Der Kosmonauten
Probably not, but it would be suitable.

Midnight Train To Georgia – Gladys Knight & The Pips

I Will Be – Leona Lewis

Seaside – The Kooks

That was fun :-) And I don’t feel too embarrassed about the songs that turned up. Although if I had my USB cable to hand, I’d definitely delete 100 Tage Vor Kairo. Weird, random song! It slipped onto my iPod on an 80s compilation CD and I’ve been too lazy to delete the songs I’ve found I don’t like. Ah well…

I tag anyone who feels like it to do this meme too. Please let me know so I can check you answers out! I love reading questions and random answers :-D

Posted by: Vicky | February 5, 2009

25 – one foot in the grave?

Some elderly people seem to have trouble talking to younger people. It reminds me of the way many adults aren’t quite sure how to talk to children. Do you treat them like an adult with an unfortunate height problem, or do you try to talk to them at their level, and if so, what is their level?

I went to church with my Dad’s parents one Sunday night while I was in the UK. It was practically empty cause everyone was either on holiday or at home sick. So it wasn’t much of a service, no preaching, just people talking about their Christmas presents and some singing.

Afterwards there was tea/coffee, mince pies (mmm, mince pies!) and chatting. The 70-or-so-year-old guy who’d been leading the service came over and started up a conversation with me.

He was very sweet. I could tell from the start he was trying really hard to be polite and say the right thing. The problem was, he just wasn’t quite getting it right.

First he asked me whether I was on holiday from school. Um, nope, I got my Master’s degree last March (ok, so they haven’t quite sent me the printed paper degree yet, but that’s beside the point!).

So he asked me my age. When I told him I was 25, I could see the wheels in his brain going

What’s the correct response?! What’s the correct response?! Oh, yes:
Ooh, you don’t look it, you know!

I was trying to work out whether he really thought that was a compliment. The expectant look on his face did seem to indicate that I should be pleased to hear it. Then he took it one step further.

You’ve aged really well!


No, he did not misunderstand me and hear the wrong decade or anything.

A 70 year old man just told me that while I may be ancient, I needn’t worry, cause I don’t look it!

I managed not to throttle him, just in case you were wondering…

Posted by: Vicky | January 19, 2009

My foot will not thank me for this

I was chatting on the phone with a friend last night and ran out of paper to doodle on. So I absentmindedly switched to my foot. It was a long phone call so I ended up with the comfortably reachable area of my foot completely covered in colourful flowers (I’m not good at drawing, flowers are simple).

Looking at it later, I suddenly felt the need to see what it would look like in my stilettos.

Fun :)

Now I have this random urge to get a tattoo on my foot. Um. Ouch?

I’m not extra scared of needles or anything, but I’m not a big fan of pain. So I’m going to ruminate on it for a bit. Ideally a couple of years and then just forget about it.

I’m feeling phantom pains in my foot just thinking about it. How can I still think it’s a great idea?!

Posted by: Vicky | January 15, 2009

The usual boring ‘I’m baack’ post*

I’m back in Switzerland after a great holiday in the UK. I wish I could have stayed. But it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe I’ll find a job there so I can go back :)

Sorry for not posting, but all my relatives keep tabs on their browsers, to make sure the kiddies don’t watch too much porn, I guess, and I didn’t want them finding my URL cause it’d be sure to get back to my mum if they did…

Hope everyone had a great Christmas and New Year!

I’m trying to catch up on my poor reader which was sadly neglected during the holiday season, but I ‘ve been at it for over an hour now and it still says 1000+ posts. Eek.

In spite of that, it’s good to be back in the blogosphere :)


*For some reason I always feel the need to write one of these before I can go back to the usual posting, even though they’re boring as hell unless you actually stick some of the weird/wacky/fun/bizarre/interesting/icky stuff that happened during the holidays in the post, and I don’t want to do that, I’m saving it up for separate posts. Ah well.

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