Question of the day.

Name one way in which you were proud of yourself this week and one way in which you were disappointed in yourself?

My answer:

The thing I’m proud of is that I’d just finished another level of my Welsh course, yay! I’m doing two courses at the same time, I have only five challenges to do ofone of them so far, and of this one of which I’d just finished a level I have only one level left yet. Then I’ll be able to focus on some more advanced stuff. I’m really proud of myself today because of it.

And disappointed, well, luckily no big disappointments this week so far, but I’m a bit frustrated with myself still that I can’t seem to finish any Vreeswijk translation, I’m trying to finish something since his birthday, because as I mentioned in some earlier posts I tend to be able to write some of the translation and then get stuck with something and don’t know how to get out of it, how to finish, sometimes is just a very small detail that I don’t know how to handle in the translation, and I have lots and lots of poems and songs that I started to translate but don’t know how to finish. Or sometimes I just start to write and then realise it doesn’t really look the best, but I have no idea how I could improve it, so as a result I’m just deleting what I’ve done so far but not doing anything instead. And, unfortunately, since his birthday, I haven’t been able to complete any translation, despite I really wanted to and looked forward to it, that’s rather discouraging.

How about you? 🙂

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Boo. :( What a pity.

I’ve just felt a little disappointed. Well it’s nothing big, actually I started to laugh at myself afterwards, but thought I’d share with you how much of a freaky Jackophile I am.
Just got through a stately pile of comments arising in my spam folder since quite a while already. By the way sometimes such comments can be really intriguing. Some look like excerpts from some weird books, some are in French or Portuguese or other Romance languages, well maybe I should feel honoured that someone thinks I’m so well-read I can even speak Portuguese. 😀 I’ve also come across some laudatory hymns in honour of my blog completely unrelating to my content, bestudded with horrific amounts of bizarre looking links. And there is that current epidemic of “what” comments which hadn’t omitted my blog either.
Anyway, clearing up all that shit, I stumbled upon one comment… or actually, commenter, commenter’s name, that made my brain turn upside down and short circuit. Jacek? Jacek? How’s that possible. Looks like I really attract all the Jac- people and vice versa. Wow, how lovely. Not only that he’s Jacek, but also if he’s Jacek, he is for 99,9% Polish, or at least of Polish descent, there haven’t been any Polish people to my blog so far apart from my Mum who hasn’t a clue what it’s on about and only looks around when I ask her whether everything looks decent. He commented on the post I’ve written on ENya’s birthday. Oh wow, does he like Enya? That’s way too good. How could it land in the spam? It’s like throwing diamonds to the cesspool! And his website seems quite neat, and in Polish. It was called music calendar. Oh, so so thrilled and curious what he wrote to me. I scrolled down to see his very ambitious, elaborate and relevant comment just to see the only thing he has to say was… “What”
I just felt so pissed off. Well that is completely meaningless, but… Jacek… 😥 I feel like someone is making fun of me and my Jackophilia. 😀