The post where risk depriving you of your human rights…

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!

Ok some of you  may remember me. I switch from a blog to a self hosted one a few months back. Ring a bell? Naah I don’t blame you 😉

Anyways the biggest drawback was losing all of you in the process.

But I just discovered a way to turn my biggest dream  (yes I have a pathetically lame life) into reality!!!

I can actually (and this is a real thing so hold on tight) “transfer” all you wonderful people from this blog to my new site!!!

How awesome is that!!?

fiesta smiley

Will that be okay for you? 🙂

I really hope it is.

But if not and you feel like I’m taking away your right of freedom just unfollow, ok?

No hard feelings.

Pinky Swear.

Ok, here goes.

Hopefully I’ll  see you on the other side!




This is emotional blackmailing and I know it

Dear Lovely Readers,

as some of you may know, I recently switched sites and…

…you know what would mean the world to me?? 🙂

If me dear beloved readers made the transition with me? Please? I don’t want to lose you guys!!

So could y’all could move yourselves over to the new and improved Apricots and Cream and follow and support me there that be great. 😀

maybe with a cherry on top?

It would mean soooooooo much to me!!!!

I’m like almost begging here!!!

I will send cookies!!!!!!!!!!!!

These could be yours, all you have to do is come to the dark side 😮 😛



Early Rainy Morning – Coffee = Deep Cora

I am different.

I am weird.

I am the only girl in my grade with short hair. Probably the whole school…

I’m the only blonde person in our class.

I have made it my mission not to let people walk all over me. Teachers and students alike.

And I am okay with being the “odd one out”, really, but for some reason the other people in my class can’t accept that I am different. They don’t know where to place me when they call me something stupid like “Coraan” and I just don’t react. Not like the other people in my class who either laugh awkwardly, or get irritated or blush. My face stays as blank as a piece of paper (a feat I have practiced for a long time and am now very proud of 🙂 ) 

Honestly though…. I don’t care.

I don’t really know why I’m telling you guys this, but I feel like… I don’t know…. I just want to, I guess….

I don’t have a dramatic background or some horrible story. I am a normal girl with a normal family going to a normal school which happens to be stuffed to the brim with pretentious snobs. These snob think that everybody wants to be like them and they shun everyone who isn’t. If I had a penny for every time somebody called me stupid or laughed behind my back… (yadiya we all know how the saying goes 😉 )

And I don’t care.

You know I think I know why I am so persistent about blogging about this matter…. It’s because I DO NOT CARE!!! The thing that just hit me is, I used to always care. My life was built on what other people thought of me. I had to change school twice because the opinion other students had about me, screwed me up too much….

Nothing has changed. Except every thing has changed. People laugh behind my back. I don’t care. I have friends I trust. I have hair I like. I have a blog that one day shall be famous.

And I’m okay.


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I’m not sure if it’s suitable for this post, but I love this so much:

😀 ❤

Why I’ll probably hire a body guard…..

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Hey y’all!!

Oh my gosh I have to tell you guys something!!!!! I had the most terrifying teacher situation EVER!!!! Like I will most likely have nightmares about this incident!!!! o.O

It went a little something like this:

It was just yo ole’ regular Friday and I was getting ready for the upcoming lesson: Latin.

Now, I’m not very fond of Latin to begin with and the dislike intensified with the teacher.

She’s already known as one of the most feared teacher in school, not because she’s mean or bitchy or unfair, but because sometimes she can be as sweet as honey, as nice as a summer’s day and you start thinking, “Hmmmm maybe the rumors aren’t true… Or at least they don’t apply to me…”

EEER. Wrong. 

And last Friday she proved me just how wrong I was……

There is one thing you should know before I launch into my terrifying story.

I changed school last year, which was probably the best decision I have made in my short little life. Except for one problem: My old school didn’t teach Latin, so now I spend a 100 minutes per week learning the godforsaken language. Naturally, I kiiinda suck.

So there I was. Sitting behind my desk. Trying to look smart. Pretending to understand everything. When she asked me a question I didn’t know the answer to. It must have pushed some kind of button, because her eyes started spewing fire. But she didn’t say anything. At least not yet.

10 minutes later when I thought the whole thing was forgotten she suddenly whips her head around and snaps, “Are you actually trying to keep up with this class??!”

” Uum… Yes?”, I stutter.

“Oh really? ‘Cause it sure looks a lot like you don’t.” Ans then she launched into this lengthy speech of what a disappointment I am, and how anyone could clearly see I wasn’t even trying to catch up, if I taking tutoring lesson and when I said yes, she told my you couldn’t see any improvement. Something about that I have to work a lot harder, if I even plan on passing the school year. (Mind you, this isn’t an exact retell of the things she yelled at me, just the general drift I got.)

And then she looked at me with pure evilness in her eyes. I swear it’s a look the young kids warn each other about. It is a look that sends a fearful chill down your spine.It is a look that makes you want to drop dead.

And I either did the most heroic act of the year, or the most idiotic one.

I didn’t look away.

I bit my tongue, forced my face into blank and looked right back into her eyes.

My heart was slamming in my chest. I started tasting blood in my mouth. All four seasons passed by the window. I’m not even sure I was breathing. But I Refused. To. Back. Down. And then…




This may sound ridiculous, but I have never felt more euphoric. Even thinking about it makes my heart skip two beats.

Now, I probably just dug my own grave, but at least I’ll have something to tell the grand-kids.

And of course you guys 😉

*Phew*  Had to get that off my chest…. Oh and btw you’re all welcome to attend my funeral. I’ll send you the details as soon as I know more. 😉

From France with Love

Ah finally!!! I’ve been wanting to write for so long, but between talking French, learning French and visiting French villages, the little time I had left was spent sleeping!!!! Haha I swear this is far more tiring than I had anticipated…..
Even if all I want to do is buy some ice cream, I have to construct a French sentence in my head, repeat it a thousand times, so that I don’t forget it (which has happened waaay more often than I’d like to admit……..hehe….) then hope with all my might that the ice-cream-guard understands what I want to say and gives me my ice cream!!!!!!!!!!!
(Don’t stand between me and my ice cream it won’t end well  >:[[ )
On a different but equally complicated matter, have you ever tried explaining your lactose intolerant in a foreign language??!?!?
Well let’s just say, it ain’t no walk in the park!!!! But I digress……


At the moment I’m sitting in a little café in Cannes, waiying forthe time to pass….. It raining cats, dogs and zebras and it just won’t seem to stop!!! Uugh!!!!!
We’re supposed to meet our teacher in app. 30 minutes to look at the old city part, however if it continues pouring like that we ain’t going nowhere anytime soon……



But other than that France est très jolie 🙂 (=is very pretty 😉 )

On our first day, shortly after we arrived, we had a quick tour of the older part of Nice


On our second day we visited Antibes


On the third day (of Christmas my true love gave to me)
ice cream *ahem ahem*



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Subject: Terrified

Dear Marlena,
Hi!!! How have you been?



I’m scared. I am so scared…..

I’m waiting for the tram to go to Elmayer and….wait…. Did I tell you about Elmayer? Hmmmm….. I’ m not sure…. I’ll just quickly cover the basics in case I didn’t, so you’ll know what I’m talking about.
Elmayer is a “famous” ballroom dance school and it’s customary for the Viennese girls and boys to participate in a one year course there to learn the basics of ballroom dancing. The problem is that the oh-so-great Mr. Elmayer is a bit behind with the whole organisation thingy and up until now there have ALWAYS been too many girls!!!

Do you know how awkward and just plain humiliating it is to be rejected be 50 boys at the same time!!!! And not just once, but twice!!!!! Two times in a row nobody wanted to be my dance partner…. That’s about 100 rejections in 2 weeks……!!

Do I at least get some sort of price? Or a medal? “Most rejected girl of the month” must be some sort of achievement…. Maybe I can put it on my resume…..

I swear if today is just another hour of standing around watching other couples dance while contemplating the different methods of escaping I will quit!! I do not need this!!! My self-esteem is already low and just because it’s easy to reach does not mean it needs to be stomped on!!

Gosh Marly if you knew how fast my heart is racing right now…….. My hands are literally shaking as I type and I’m wondering why the feathers I ever left the comfort of my room……….

Oh my Gosh the tram has reached my stop!!! I have to get out now……

Ohgosh oh gosh ohgoshohgosh I can’t take this!!!! Ok breath. Breath!! I have to go. Wish me luck.

Cora xx

I wish I were Cinderella….