Archives for April 2006
I was thinking about one of my ex who was the only one who really "moved" me. I've always thought about him as someone handsome but actually, people around me didn't agree. Indeed, he just had some kind of mysterious charism. He wasn't really muscled, he was really hairy and he had a big aquiline nose. But I loved his nose. It was so him.
I'm talking about that because I found a picture of Thom Yorke from Radiohead (new album coming soon !!!) and reminded me of the video, "No Surprises", in which you can see him locked in a glass box, being submerged and emerged. Since that, I love him. However, Thom Yorke is really ugly. And he's got that weird eye. But that's exactly what I dig about him.
Actually, loving someone for his qualities... We all try to be good, in one way or another. Meeting people who share the same values than you is quite easy. But meeting someone whose defects make you melt, then...
You probably know I'm a huge fan of 'Alias'. Even if the series is now nothing but a boring mess, some stuff is happening in the last episodes. Lately, they finished shooting the series and a guy from the crew took a picture that he cut and uploaded on his blog. The picture was called "the_guys_2.jpg". Curious, I tried "the_guys.jpg" and DUN-DUN-DUN ! The picture actually reveals Sloane has been shot in the head. I knew it !!!
Sloane had to die in the end of the series ! HA HA ! I'm so clever !
Today I found a website called www.thoseshirts.com. This websites enables you to purchase american republican shirts that, despite claiming it's only humour, compares Hillary Clinton to a communist (Poor Lenine...), carries quite a few anti-French words but, most of all, praise guns and totalitarism : we have a quote from an american fucking blonde saying "USA should invade muslim countries, kill their leaders and convert them to christianity"... How fucked up is that ???
Anyway, it gets funny when you can see a chick promoting the shirt or a beef, happy with his big handgun. Too bad it is involuntarily funny.
I must say I love the shirt with the Che saying : "This shirt brought to you by capitalism". That's so true.
In one year, presidential elections in France ! Yeah, it's gonna be a hell of a fiesta in France ! Between the parties' mess, the general moaning and a third of the French thinking the FN ("Front National", extremist conservatives) is "next to their worries", it's gonna be fun !
So, who are the applicants ? From left to right : Arlette, Olivier, Segolene, Nicolas, Philippe, Jean-Marie... I'm not saying the names of everybody, there's already way too many for me ! After all that happened in only one year in France, I wonder how it's gonna look like...
Polls indicate that, should Segolene face Nicolas on the second tour, Segolene would win. Segolene... Okay, a woman at the head of the nation would be cool but... I don't like her ! The only thing I want is gay weeding, I don't really care about the rest. But Segolene revealed to be anti-gay wedding when she said : "If it's about making a better civil partnership for rights equality, okay. If it's about provoking family and religion models, no.". Personnaly, I don't think she's that popular. Even my father, who is for the right side people said : "She has nothing to do with socialism... Even her surname, 'Royal' !".
Anyway, this is only if we have Segolene and Nicolas on the second tour. Lately, a poll indicated that a third of the French think the FN is "next to their worries". Jean-Marie ? Another 21st April ? Please, don't. For God's sake, I'm fed up with pupils protesting in the streets for nothing... I'm laughing. Kind of.
Anyway, Nicolas is still in. He has been working on it for quite a long time. So, some people are gonna say "Sarko this, Sarko that... ", some others who don't know absolutely anything about the subject and will say : "Sarko is a bastard", personally, I'll keep polite and say : "It's not what I believe in.".
Then, who's left ? Philippe, Arlette and Olivier. I've forgotten a few people like Christine who really isn't what I believe. Oh, and Francois ? Yes, Bayrou ! I don't know anything about him but I like the idea of centrism. My theory is that, in a society weaving between left and right, we should definitely not go to the extremes but to the middle. But maybe it's too idealistic a way of thinking.
Actually, I think I'm gonna vote blank.
- 18 April 2006 at 13:03
- Diary
On monday night, in my bed, I had the bachelor's blues. It's been 2 years and half now since I last got a boyfriend. And when I think about my exes, I think I can say none of those stories were worth it.
So, when you never had any story worth it, you end up imagining them. I was imagining myself with my man, here, as roommates, making a lot of stuff together.
And then I imagined the moment he would have to go back to Italy or Australia and that it was breaking my heart, blah blah blah... With the whispers, the hugs, the tears, the airport noises...
Until I fell asleep at 4am.
Monday, Ada and I decied to get the Motorola Razr V3i because there's a great offer to get it for free with a cheap and profitable subscription, but also because every London bitch has got the same. We went to Central London for nothing in the end because we couldn't get it and we ended up in a loosy noodle bar.
So we hung around in Soho, despite the fact I was dressed like a homeless (but the wine of the noodle bar helped me fighting my shame). I realized I looked like the Beatles with that haircut (I sang Penny Lane, it looked so real !!!) and we went to the hairstylist but it was bank holiday for them as well...
We got home quite disappointed but there was Prison Break (it's a great series, too bad they've just decided to make a second season instead of the mini-series they had planned at the beginning). The only bothering thing is the main actor, Wentworth Miller, who strikes model poses every other second. Then we watched a documentary about hairy women, after what I decided to have my shoulders, my underams and my bum waxed.
After 2 big nights out, Ada and I decided to "cocoon" on sunday. We stayed home all day long without doing anything. It was so cool !
We went out just to the 24hour store and buy some ice scream that we ate in front of the TV. We watched Panic Room (Jodie, I think you are amazing, but please, stop shooting piece of crap movies !), Fargo (one of my unbeatable cult movies), Trainspotting (quite gorish) and Big Fish (I preferred Ewan McGregor in Trainspotting actually but nevermind, there was Bill Crudup !!!).
We went to bed at, like, 4:30 am...
Like every good socialite in London, Ada and I went to the Canvas on saturday night for the "Radio Soulwax" Party. What, you don't know Soulwax ??? Go there : www.soulwax.com. Anyway, it was CRAZY !
I didn't have any ticket so I had to go sooner to be able to enter but I could visit the place. I was SO HUGE ! 3 big rooms + 1 basement with a bar, little rooms and big sofas + 1 room outside !!! The music was great, I mean, really. It was very electro. Room 1 was quite soft, room 2 was a bit more "hardcore" and room 3 was in the middle. Being early enabled me to see Goose play, and it was really good. (And the singer is cute !)
When Ada, Remi, Andre (brazilian guy), Dani and Dani (yeah, 2 swedish guys with the same name...) arrived, we partied a lot, especially when Soulwax played. It was so good ! I buy "Nite Versions" as soon as I can !
At 6am, we went back home. This time, we met an English guy, a Mexican guy and a Venezuelian guy who worked together. When I asked them what they were doing, they just told me they were drinking (?!) and when Harold told me he was English, I told him nobody's perfect. (Yeah, I'm so proud of my joke.)
I love English people. I like London a lot too. People party all the time in that city. And with spring coming back...
- 18 April 2006 at 13:03
- Diary
Last weekend, it was Easter. Which means friday, saturday, sunday and monday were bank holidays !
On friday, we went to la Floridita to spend a night with Marlene, Greg (her boyfriend), Katarina, Carol, Carol's friend, Pierre, Albin and 2 photographers. We danced like crazy people, we speaked bullshit, we hitted on the bartender... The photo gallery is in progress !
I enjoyed seeing them, Ada was so glad. We got home with the bus, where a totally drunk bloke hitted on some chicks from Essex. Everybody was laughing on the bus. And then a little granny got in and she got screaming : "Oh, the boys who fuck da girls, the boys who fuck da girls..." or something like that, I haven't really understood... The bloke laughed out loud and screamed : "Mama lookin'' for some lovin'' !" and the chicks told her : "Get off the bus !" and that's what the granny did !
Transports in London on fridays and saturdays, that's worth it.
- 14 April 2006 at 01:02
- Diary
Tonight, I was in the Tube, kind of sleeping (I didn't sleep a lot last night) when I saw a big blonde get into the train. No, it wasn't love at first sight but rather : "Why the fuck is she staring at me ???". She sat next to me, read a newspaper that she doesn't actually read and then approached by talking about... I don't remember. Anyway, what happened next was far too interesting to remember the approach.
She asked me what I was about to do that night, and stuff. I wondered if she was a prostitute, looking for customers in the Tube. But no. She said : "You are shy, your face is all red !" but, actually, it was just because I didn't have the time to purify my skin this morning with my Purifying Wash Gel : "It's because I've got a bad skin.". It was as glamourous as an ad for Nivea Visage with 2 stupid girls but she said : "I know something really good for skin : urin." !!! I asked her to repeat that and I told her I didn't really feel like trying it, having doubts about her sexuality. So I thought there had to be a hidden camera ot something. But no.
And then, shocker of all shockers, she told me I was handsome ! At that precise moment, I thought : "That's it. ONLY TOTALLY CRAZY BLONDE CHICKS MAY THINK I'M HANDSOME !" or this was hypocrisy. We kept talking a bit and she said to me in French : "Bonjour ! Ca va ? Petit pois !" so I answered "Rooboish" (tea from South Africa, her country). And she got off at Clapham North to have a date. So, she was not a whore !
She looked totally crazy but she was funny anyway. I still haven't understood why she talked to me.
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