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As a rule, a beautiful woman is a terrible disappointment.


Someone is playing silly buggers! Regent Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011.

My Top Five Words Favourite Words [Today] The Don't Have A Direct English Translation!

  • Mamihlapinatapei
    A Yagan word for the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start. Jennifer and I know this look all too well...

  • Ilunga
    A Tshiluba word that describes a person who is ready to forgive and forget any first abuse, tolerate it the second time, but never forgive nor tolerate on the third offense. It is safe to say that I am not really an ilunga.

  • Torschlusspanik
    A lovely German word that literally translates as “gate-closing panic,” but contextually, it implies the fear of diminishing opportunities as one ages. How very appropriate!

  • Ya’aburnee
    One from Arabic now, a lovely little word that basically means “You bury me”. The desire for burial reflects the hope that one will die before one's partner because of how difficult it would be to live without them. Selfish, but understandable.

  • Dépaysement
    Of course, we can't miss French. I like this word that refers to one feeling 'out of place' in one’s home country. I imagine that we have all felt this at one time or another.
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    Roddy said…
    Is it a weed or a sign from above?
    Where do you get these words? Or better still, what are you thinking when they come to you? It can't possibly be work.
    Or in your field perhaps it is.
    2 October 2011 at 16:31
    Kris McCracken said…
    Reading passes the time.
    8 October 2011 at 18:20
    Roddy said…
    Difficult to read when I am pulling an engine apart.
    8 October 2011 at 21:42
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