listening to gui boratto, godet.
how to say "i miss you" right?
it's such a sudden blizzard coming outa nowhere....
dimanche 31 août 2014
jeudi 28 août 2014
140828 at this moment
the fact that just thinking of you makes my chest contract and some part of me suffered.
if this is the situation, i really don't know what to do to make it better.
so maybe i'll drink?
if this is the situation, i really don't know what to do to make it better.
so maybe i'll drink?
mardi 5 août 2014
140804 techniquement 0805 déjà
quand t'es bien, t'as pas besoin d'écrire;
quand t'es pas bien, t'as pas envie d'écrire;
quand t'es ni bien ni mal, t'as rien à écrire.
finalement t'as rien écrit.
quand t'es pas bien, t'as pas envie d'écrire;
quand t'es ni bien ni mal, t'as rien à écrire.
finalement t'as rien écrit.
Labels:
diary sorta,
écrire,
state of mind,
what's going on,
writing
lundi 28 juillet 2014
140728 this evening ce soir
"que tu peux faire" en fait c'est la question à se poser à un moment donné.
la réponse est très simple; même trop simple que ça veut presque rien dire.
"je ne sais pas" "je peux rien faire" "...."
tu ne t'en sors pas, du tout.
on ne comprend pas pourquoi et comment ça nous arrive ce genre de truc si silencieusement et si brutalement.
peu importe que tu l'accepte ou pas.
c'est imposé.
ça pèse, et ça baise.
ça écrase aussi.
tu ne peux pas l'éviter mais le prendre.
les coups.
tu tousses fort, mais tu continues à fumer comme une cheminée.
ça fait si mal, pourquoi tu ne t'en vas pas?
c'est une question de vouloir? ou de pouvoir?
ce genre de jour, ce genre de vague, ce genre de peine, pas possible de s'enfuir.
lundi 21 juillet 2014
tequila shot
it just occurs to me "how many shots of tequila would make me tipsy?"
should i prepare to see it through?
how many does it work for you?
should i prepare to see it through?
how many does it work for you?
lundi 14 juillet 2014
Dare to go Nude with Jourdan Dunn and Devon Aoki
So, you've gotta be kidding....
The techiniques and so on are actually quite nice, but what the hell, the idea is so lameeeeeeeee that I couldn't believe it when I was watching it.
And i-D is promoting it. Well, nice job, icon for avant-gardiste. Too lame.
I can't come up with some equivalent lame stuff without being advanced or political right away. It's just that the concept is not offensive, but so lame and the whole package became offensive.
Come on, i-D!!
The techiniques and so on are actually quite nice, but what the hell, the idea is so lameeeeeeeee that I couldn't believe it when I was watching it.
And i-D is promoting it. Well, nice job, icon for avant-gardiste. Too lame.
I can't come up with some equivalent lame stuff without being advanced or political right away. It's just that the concept is not offensive, but so lame and the whole package became offensive.
Come on, i-D!!
Labels:
ad,
cosmetics,
crap,
devon aoki,
dumb,
i-d,
i-d magazine,
jourdan dunn,
nude,
on the edge of fashion,
pub,
shame
mardi 24 juin 2014
140624 1829
following the fb update of someone who abandoned you is nothing but suicidal.
stupid stupid behavior.
yet can't help doing it over and over.
Labels:
diary sorta,
headache now,
stupid shit,
suicidal
vendredi 25 avril 2014
vendredi 1 mars 2013
so, here.
A woman can be more powerful than a tv series to suck you into the vortex.
And it's been quite a while but it's really not that comfortable to adapt to the new template though it's probably not new anymore by now.
And it's been quite a while but it's really not that comfortable to adapt to the new template though it's probably not new anymore by now.
Labels:
hbo,
night time,
stuff,
the newsroom,
this is not talking,
tv series,
woman
jeudi 12 juillet 2012
it's probably raining outside
I’ve be chased by things that I ought have done or I need to do for a while: to do some drawings, to make the portfolio, to get the printer work or to exchange it, to clean up the desk, to get a clearer picture about the current cellphone package, etc. etc.
It’s (di-di da-da)ing outside. Open the window, you can feel a breeze pouring in; it’s kinda chilly.
On the toilet, wiping my ass, recalling the tiny poetry I got from opening the window a few minutes earlier. I could hear the rain, I could feel the chill and freshness, and maybe some dim desire that I can’t even tell.
So, should I pretend to follow the slight sentiment to write down something or I should just start to work on or catch up what I’ve been behind?
After the dinner, I tried my best to eat some cherries. I couldn’t taste the deliciousness of them mostly because I was quite full somehow. I did have tried a few before the dinner and I found them such a sweet surprise.
I like it raining when I am in the room.
Labels:
being,
cherry,
chill,
night time,
poetry,
raining,
right now,
take a glance back
vendredi 30 mars 2012
switch system
it seems that once i get back to my place, suddenly i lose a good part of clues about what i'm supposed to do. yet when i arrive the office, all things just come back to me automatically. since most of them have nothing to do with my work, i ethically shouldn't take care of them during office hours.
thus things that need to be done remain undone....
thus things that need to be done remain undone....
vendredi 30 décembre 2011
jeudi 29 décembre 2011
On the edge of fashion, crap in office
Damn, this work is fucking boring.
I’m translating some stupid tariff document.
Is that something I’m supposed to be doing here?
I’m entitled “designer”, for Christ’s sake.
It’s not that I don’t like translate but it’s obviously not the reason I chose to stay in this company. Now it’s become the stupid company.
Maybe I just don’t like translating.
Fucking stupid shit.
I’m translating some stupid tariff document.
Is that something I’m supposed to be doing here?
I’m entitled “designer”, for Christ’s sake.
It’s not that I don’t like translate but it’s obviously not the reason I chose to stay in this company. Now it’s become the stupid company.
Maybe I just don’t like translating.
Fucking stupid shit.
Labels:
fashion,
la mode,
on the edge of fashion,
the office,
whine about
samedi 19 novembre 2011
dimanche 13 novembre 2011
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