
Aug 29, 2009
Albert Camus

Miss studyin' at the french school, right?
The teachers are still waiting for you, especially your friend, Mme.Daniel ;)
Jul 28, 2009
SMELLY CAT - Because you liked the blog :))), I dedicate to you this song
Jul 25, 2009
Well then...

I wish you all the best, and may you be the luckiest person alive!!!!!
I'm so sorry I can't be there with you to celebrate your birthday and give you a HUGE hug :)))
And then get drunk
But that's another story, right ? :D
Well then...Happy birthday and hope you like this blog I made for you :)
Multi pupici grasi balosi si zemosi de la prietena ta ramasa in romania,
MISS YOU ;'(
I can actually hear that song, Party like a rock, in my head,
So you go party like a rock for ur birthday!!! :)
♫ Never be BOR-ed ♫
Here's some stuff to watch whenever you get bor-ed :)

♥ These are especially selected by me for your noob-ish, muffin man-ish personality I know you posses:
1. The Funny Business
- first we have The iPod Human, by nigahiga.
- second, we have How to be Ninja, by the same guy.
- third, it's Fred with Fred loses his Meds.
- fourth, Bizkit with Bizkit the Sleep Walking Dog.
- fifth, the sequel for Bizkit's first movie, Bizkit the Sleep walking Barking Dog.
- sixth, let's see how's ur french, with Clement le no-life.
- and we finish in horror with Amandine la rappeuse du 38.
2. The movies
- The Orphanage ( spanish movie - my type ;))
- Atonement ( I put the link to the youtube channel)
- you have to see The Hangover!!!! :( I didn't find it for free though
- I saw Gran Torino, and if you like Clint Eastwood, watch it!!!!
- REC ( spanish version - this is scary, so turn the lights off when u watch it :P), I only put the link for the first part, there are seven, and you can find them here.
ENJOY :)))
♫ஐღ - ZOO™ - ♥•°●๋•
Jun 22, 2009
StraWberry Fields Forever
♥♥♥ ART ♥♥♥
Jun 21, 2009
♥•°●๋• In the old days •°●๋•♥
2007 Year of Change - 英語
♥♥♥ Paris Dernier - Or the smoking issue ♥♥♥
Outside, the night sky's darkness is lifting—the light of the stars doesn't appear to be as bright anymore.
He stops the car by the park, where the hill drops down and the ground levels out. Someone had cut down the weeping willow that used to hang over the street so that only a stump remains. The posts of the soccer goals are without nets, as they have been since before he moved to this town. The dog begins to run around, sniffing trees and eating grass while he sits on the park bench where his neighbor first got high.
Out of his pocket, he pulls out the pack and the matches, and places his wallet and keys on the table. The streetlights hum and a car alarm sounds in the distance.
He hesitates when the match doesn't light on the first swipe, but he tries again and a tiny explosion bursts into life. The cigarette is balancing between his lips, and he swears he feels God kissing him as he takes the first drag.
The smoke rises, and his mouth fills with fire. The smell is as familiar as the elementary school he can see in the distance, where he spent recess sitting alone and singing to himself while the popular boys called him gay.
He exhales, watches the smoke curl and dissipate, the weight of last December and a year of regret floating away.
She would disapprove.
His mind is on Paris, the last time he did this. He never told her that while he was there he had started again, but communication with her then was brief and never detailed. She might have said something, but she might not have cared.
He takes off his shirt and walks to the middle of the field. Looking up, he places a hand over a medallion of Saint Francis of Assisi hanging loosely around his neck.
"I know I'm not supposed to ask for things, but this is desperation. I have suffered for my mistakes, but I am empty, and I am alone. I need love, if only for to have hope. And in hope, I can have faith. All I can offer you, now, is faith. Bring her back to me. And if that is too much to ask, bring me someone. I am empty except for my want to trust you. I offer you my faith."
When the water first hits his head, it is cool among his hair. It washes down onto his face and his chest, and he shivers. The path it takes lines his body with a foreign electricity. Then the bottle is empty, and the wetness has reached his feet.
He closes his eyes and sees her face. The memory isn't clear, but he thinks she is smiling.
The smoke tastes harsh as he reaches the filter. He inhales sharply, then snubs the cigarette out on the sole of his shoe.
♥ Paris Dernier ♥
♥♥♥ The beginning - The Killing Moon, by Nouvelle Vague ♥♥♥
♫ஐღ♥•°●๋•♫ஐღ♥•°●๋•♫ஐღ♥•°●๋•
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you’ll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you’ll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
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