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The golden art of stalling: Grabbing his cane...not.
I wasn't going to rant about a tv show at first because it makes less than boring reading material to those who don't follow said show. And by default non-fans don't give a damn. There was a totally appropriate screencap going with the title but I can't get it embedded properly because I don't have l337 skillz. Here's the link if you don't want to ( Read more... ) -
Ze pouvoir du regard and do not come between a frenchman and his barricade.
The other day I was walking outside with my flatmate, just killing time, seeing how there's a lot of strikes going on and the university is blocked, we got a week's headstart to our vacation. What I first though as "awesome no class" and "oh a strike, how exiting!" soon turned out to be a bundle of frustrating uncertainty over do we or do we not ( Read more... ) -
Ze French wee to have a rain storm, how to (properly) wire up and do you speak l337?
For winter we don't get snow down here (or up here, depends on where you are) - I'm not counting the sad little attempts at a sleet downfall during a couple of days - we get rain. Shitloads of it.
There's nothing wrong with rain. I like it. Even when it's pouring down so hard you can't see your extended hand, which is kinda cool actually. Here, ( Read more... ) -
The Lazy Bastards Union revives itself. 2009 marks a start for something new.
...more or less. Even though we're already in February ( Read more... ) -
Time to get back to business. No, not really.
I've been too lazy to update this for months.
Here's a super quick recap of what happened during "the great blank months": went to Japan and moved to France.
(yeah, I told you it was quick)
Down with a flu now - the first sign to know autumn's coming. Besides everyone else is sick too. I pin the blame on my roommate.
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And dance we shall.
Took me a good time to find it but I finally got my hands on that specific tune, time to go lounge burlesque ( Read more... ) -
Metaphor, medically speaking. But it's a puzzle, I think.
Because I have a tendency to overthink things, I often manage to kill creativity and restrict my train of thoughts inside a box of accepted realities. The more I replay the puzzle inside my mind, the more tangled it gets, and instead of finding a solution, I end up with a bigger problem. Usually. But I've sometimes wondered whether it's just with ( Read more... ) -
Translators at their best (or me at my worst).
[Thick fog everywhere]
"Where is everyone?"
"I'm at the bow!"
"--'s over there, right?"
"NGUH!!?"
"Why don't you grab hands if you're uneasy?"
*No, something else is being grabbed...*
[Fog lifts]
"What are you up to?"
"....I'm attempting zen self-annihilation."
"Not right now you're not. Hm? Where's --?"
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Nasty.
I wanna be a pretty boy.
I have a serious alpha male complex right now.
Too much beautiful couples everywhere. I really got to start reading something else already.
But I can't help it...hahahaha.
Yeah I'm not making much sense. Luckily.
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Lethargia.
I wonder why I'm so tired all the time. Too much work, maybe.
I read too much stuff with too many beautiful perfect couples, so that it makes me sorta sad to realize how perfection can't be real.
I fell in love with a voice. Completely and utterly. But just the voice.
Not that this was a surprise, it's been a long time coming. But the other voice was.
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