Look for it

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I'm back a bit.
Welcome back.

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


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Wednesday, 29 August 2012

29 Août 2012

Quand la confiture a décidé de couler, que Proust n'est pas là, mais que la surchauffe est proche, il est temps d'aller faire des ronds dans l'eau, à petits pas, tout-petits pas que même la souris ne suivra pas.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

28 Août 2012

Ma meilleure amie découvre mon blog.
Ca donne ça:

F. tout émue:
Dis, le 15 fevrier 2006, c'etait moi, non ?:
Et le 20 juin 200f me mettrait presque la larme a l'oeil.
Enfin, si c'est de moi qu'il s'agit.


B. interloquée:
Ben oui andouille, c'est toi pour les deux.

(un temps passe)
J'ai mis 2 min a comprendre de quoi tu parlais de but en blanc là, et de relire fevrier je suis morte de rire. Déjà à l'epoque!


F. très sérieuse:
Ce qu'il y a de bien, c'est que en te lisant, je comprends quand même qu'on a un peu le même grain dans la teêe.


B. pliée de rire:
Comment dire. Est-ce que je dois être flattée?
N'empêche tu le caches mieux que moi le tien.


F. encore plus sérieuse:
C'est un compliment.


B. repentie mais ricanant sans pouvoir se contrôler:
Fais gaffe, je vais te citer parce que c'est trop fort tout ça


F. mode humour:
Bah, fais-toi plaisir et dans 6 ans, on fêtera nos douze ans et on aura peut-être le même genre de conversation.


B. même veine:
Tu penses qu'on sera plus sages ?


F. philosophe et attrapant le mot de la fin:
Doit-on l'être ? Sommes-nous pas sages en plus ?



Elle est cinglée. Mais je vous jure je ne m'en rends que rarement compte. C'est grave?
Rendez-vous dans 6 ans, et 12, puis 18...

Monday, 27 August 2012

27 Août 2012

Une histoire de caddie pour faire ses courses n'a jamais été aussi poilante. Surtout quand la grenade vient s'en mêler et que la mouche a décidé de boire du rosée au lieu d'aller se fouler à la course à pied.

Sunday, 26 August 2012

26 Août 2012

What's gotten into me today (apart form jetlag)?
No idea, but instead of finishing the half dozen works in progress, I've just started a new one.
Dear me!
But it makes me happy so... I'm forgiven right?
And this one will be a quick finish.
Maybe I'll even show you.
If you're nice.

Saturday, 25 August 2012

25 Août 2012

Don't Forget Me
They thought they could dispose of me.
They tried to make me small.
I suffered each indignity,
But I'll rise about it all.
Cause the price I paid was all I had,
But at last I found release.
And if something good can come from bad
The past can rest in peace.

So if you see some one's hurt and in need of a hand,
Don't forget me.
Or hear a melody crying from some baby grand,
Don't forget me!
When you sing happy birthday to some one you love,
Or see diamonds you wish were all free,
Please say that you won't, I pray that you don't forget me!

But forget every man who I ever met,
Cause they all only live to control
For a kiss they'd pay a thousand
Yet they paid fifty cents for my soul.
They took their piece.
The price of fame,
That no one can repay
Ah but they didn't buy me,
They bought my name,
And that is why I pray.

That when you see some one's hurt and in need of a hand,
You don't forget me!
Or hear a melody crying from some baby grand,
Don't forget me!W
hen you sing happy birthday to someone you love
Or see diamonds you wish were all free
Please say that you won't, I pray that you don't forget me

There are some in this world who have strength of their own,
Never broken or in need of repair.
But there are some born to shine who can't do it alone
So protect them and take special care.
Take care!And don't forget me!
Please take care! And don't forget me!
When you look to the heavens with someone you love,
At a light shining bright from afar,
Oh please see my face there
And then offer a prayer
And please let me be, let me be their star.

Smash - Katharine McPhee

Hello Sunshine,

I'm trying to be less geeky. That's why I'm here again.
Love the logic? Yeahh, me too.

Saturday, 4 August 2012

4 Août 2012

Ahhhh, Wholefood, how did I do without you for a year?
Chia beverage anyone?
Weirdest looking thing, but yummy.

Friday, 3 August 2012

3 Août 2012

What a better way to start the holidays than with an alarm at 4 am, catching a Wagamama in between planes at 9:30 am before a 9-hour plane ride, a 1 hour and a half immigration wait upon landing and at last a 2-hour car jam?
I'm selling dream right now, no?

But the wagamama stop at such an inane hour really did it for me somehow.
Happy Holidays!