I never get drunk...

... just very tipsy !


Merci à David de m'avoir plus ou moins portée jusqu'au Mykonos. Et ravie de vous avoir fait rire. Oh et puis c'était mon anniversaire, merde! (Blah! niark niark) Vive le Havana Club ! Hips! ^_^

Isti's Angels ou Le Club des Cinq en plein délire

Le Club des Cinq prêt à l'action... Les copines, y a que ça de vrai !

Isti's Angels ready to take on the world... Love you my friends and partners in crime/study lol

Everybody's Changing

Beautiful song, beautiful music, beautiful lyrics. Go Keane!

"Everybody's Changing"

You say you wander your own land

But when I think about it

I don't see how you can

You're aching, you're breaking

And I can see the pain in your eyes

Says everybody's changing

And I don't know why

So little time

Try to understand that I'm

Trying to make a move just to stay in the game

I try to stay awake and remember my name

But everybody's changing

And I don't feel the same

You're gone from here

And soon you will disappear

Fading into beautiful light

Cause everybody's changing

And I don't feel right

So little time

Try to understand that I'm

Trying to make a move just to stay in the game

I try to stay awake and remember my name

But everybody's changing

And I don't feel the same

So little time

Try to understand that I'm

Trying to make a move just to stay in the game

I try to stay awake and remember my name

But everybody's changing

And I don't feel the same

Keane

"Hopes and Fears" album

So many faces...

Me, painted by Mucha

Have you ever wondered what you'll look like when you're old and wrinkled? If you were of another ethnicity? If you were painted by Modiglianni or Mucha? Well here's your chance :

http://www.dcs.st-and.ac.uk/~morph/Transformer/index.html

click on the link and follow the instruction. Beware, it can be scary !!

I'm glad I'm Asian because as a Caucasian I'd look like a cross between Soviet female prison guard and a trucker. Not a pretty picture.

Simple pleasures : a day in Brussels

La Grand-Place, Brussels

How I love a nice, long and lazy afternoon spent with one of my best friends. The day started off pretty painfully with a visit to the dentist. But then the good stuff began. My friend Leila and I went to see Sin City. Awesome movie but don't bring kids along; I mean it. Aesthetically magnificent, great actors (gotta make Clive Owen my boyfriend ! ^_^), inspiring mood and pretty amazing scenario. Don't know if I'd be capable of watching it again but it sure left a lasting memory.
After the movie, we went to a Haagen-Dasz ice-cream salon. If you haven't tried their Mango & Cream flavour yet, do it, it's an order! Freaking fabulous! So we sat there watching the crowd strolling around in the heart of Brussels. Lots of tourists of course and quite a few indigenous people like us, of all ages, from all origins, wearing very diverse clothing, speaking lots of different languages-- I do so love diversity, I do so love Brussels !!
Bright sunshine and almost cloudless sky. We had to pay a visit to the Grand-Place (old great market place), the very centre of the city. The wind swirling around in the middle of the Grand-Place was just perfect. We just stayed there for a while, enjoying everything. Man did it feel goooood!!
Then we moved towards Central Station but had to wait for the train, so we just sat outside and talked, and talked, and talked. At some point, we began to talk about tramps and how to react to them. Just when we finished talking about that, a tramp showed up, looking in the garbage for something to eat or drink. My friend gave him her bottle of Diet Coke, which he took along with a half-eaten ice-cream cone he found in the garbage. What a world we're living in! How is it possible that something like that can still happen in a so-called developed country in the fucking 21st century ?? Un-fucking-believable! The worst thing ? While I did feel pity and sadness, it didn't even ruin my afternoon. Makes me wonder if I haven't actually joined the indifferent and blind crowd. Maybe I have. I must have. Will have to try to change that. Really, I mean it.
BTW, kudos to you, Leila, my friend :-))
Oh and then we saw that hunk on a scooter with killer blue eyes. I'm a sucker for blue eyes. With my usual luck, he's probably gay. Pity.

Had a great day, will have to do that again, Etre Supreme ^_^

High Flight

First poem and it's one of my favourite. I discovered it when I wanted to become a fighter pilot (thanks to a comic book series called The Adventures of Buck Danny). It's the most famous poem among the pilot community, so I wanted to share.

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,

I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew -

And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod

The high untresspassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

No 412 squadron, RCAF

Killed 11 December 1941

Is it hot in here or what ??

Ok, so I'm here under my roof, sweating because of the heat and thinking "why did I actually create this blog??" Actually I know why. I've been thinking about doing it for a while but last night I saw a documentary about the blog trend so I thought, what are you waiting for ?? They said that maintaining a blog is a pretty narcissistic thing to do. Well I want to be narcissistic for a few minutes a day, so why not ? I'm pretty sure next to no one will read this but me; nevertheless, I'd like to make a few things clear.
First, English is not my first language, French is. I was sitting there wondering in which language I'd write, 'coz I like writing in both. So, what the heck, I'll just write in both. Will try to translate when I feel like it, otherwise skip it if you don't get it. English will be written in red, French in blue. also, please excuse the occasional mistake, I'm not perfectly bilingual. See, the weird thing is, there are subjects I'm more comfortable writing about in English, others in French. Go figure.
Second, the purpose of this blog is to provide my narcissistic side with an outlet. That's why it's called "I, Me and Myself" (duh!). It's entirely dedicated to what I think, what I feel, what makes me laugh and whatever else with "I", "me" or "myself." So it might not be very interesting to you. Whatever, you'll only be a few to see it anyway.
Third,... well I can't think of any third thing to say so when I do, I'll just add it.

To me : Welcome into the blogosphere
To those few others who read this : Welcome. Hope you enjoy the visit.

VF :

Bon alors voilà, j'ai enfin cédé à la mode, je me suis mise à blogger. Là je meurs de chaud sous le toit et je me demande pourquoi j'ai créé ce blog. Bête question, bien sûr que je sais pourquoi. Documentaire Envoyé Spécial : catalyseur d'un souhait déjà latent auparavant. Ouais je suis une faible. Et narcissique en plus. Oui il parait qu'être bloggeur c'est être quelque part narcissique. Bah, il faut bien l'être quelque minutes par jour. Je doute que les masses vont se précipiter sur mon blog mais bon, voici 2 remarques : ce blog est bilingue mais pas toujours, que voulez-vous, y a des choses que je préfère dire dans la langue de Shakespeare, d'autres dans la langue de Molière (d'autres encore dans la langue de Pouchkine mais je vous épargne ça). les trucs en anglais, c'est en rouge, les trucs en français, c'est en bleu (quelle surprise!). Je traduirai de l'un à l'autre si j'ai le courage. deuzio: comme son nom l'indique, ce blog est consacré à MOI, à ce que je pense, à ce que j'aime, à ce qui m'intéresse. Ca risque donc de pas être super intéressant pour vous mais bon, si le coeur vous en dit, mon narcissisme n'attend que votre attention.

donc à moi : Bienvenue dans la blogosphère
Aux quelques autres qui liront ceci : Bienvenue et bonne visite.