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I'm back a bit.
Welcome back.

Lookout for the #snapchot ... might be fun.


Thursday, 31 July 2008

31 Juillet 2008

Let's start a small serie of "Today I..."

Monday, 14 July 2008

14 Juillet 2008

Sleep is overated.

Sunday, 13 July 2008

13 Juillet 2008

Ce matin, un troupeau d’environ 8 700 lapins, composé en majorité de lapins nains, lapins angora, lièvres et ragoûts de lapin, a défilé/manifesté sous les fenêtres de la direction des cuisines ...

Saturday, 12 July 2008

12 Juillet 2008

Bank account disaster. Don't put me in front of books. Ever. As Always.
What? I did this alone? Grumpff!

Friday, 11 July 2008

11 Juillet 2008

Entre deux pyramides, mon coeur balance.
Verre chocolat blanc ou toit d'Alsace bronzé?

Dans l'attente du cigare...

Monday, 7 July 2008

7 Juillet 2008

La musique donne une âme à nos coeurs et des ailes à la pensée.


Sunday, 6 July 2008

6 Juillet 2008

Sirtakis is mixing it very well with taste desaster, a little feeling from Belgium, some Elsa from Louis the Fourteenth and that load of paperwork without any key attached.

Saturday, 5 July 2008

5 Juillet 2008

Ca valse au pays du paradis, qu'il soit à l'ouest ou à l'est. Viva la vida!

Friday, 4 July 2008

4 Juillet 2008

So, another photo shoot of my favorite subject.
Because everything is blue now.
For how long?
Because everything is blue in the dark.
So with or without a lumbago?

Thursday, 3 July 2008

3 juillet 2008

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

Waouh! First time I've ever really read this through the first line. Not bad... not bad at all (the first one to say this is a shame? Well, cast me the first stone!)

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

2 Juillet 2008

I'm not sorry (yes, I have to kick my little inside soldier in the ass to make him loose the bad habits) for posting everything in English right now.
My English self is more aware... heu sorry, awake (my god, don't let me turn into JCVD!) or more willing to participate in that silly little homework I've imposed on myself through this blog.

So, if you don't like English, I'm... arggg ( inside battle going here!) ... not sorry, but please keep coming back, you'll never know. I'm flighty. Or might be.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

Tuesday, 1 July 2008

1er Juillet 2008

Ok, now is time to talk to the boss. So don't forget the rules:

- hands shaking? check
- eyes averting? check
- bland mind? check
- not even able to utter one simple sentence that makes some sense? check
- forgetting THE paper on the desk for everybody to see? check
- telling (true) crap about your own boss? check

My god, how dull would this all be if I wasn't who I am.