♥♥♥ FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE ♥♥♥

Albert Camus

2009-08-29T06:23:00.000-07:00

Miss studyin' at the french school, right?

The teachers are still waiting for you, especially your friend, Mme.Daniel ;)

SMELLY CAT - Because you liked the blog :))), I dedicate to you this song

2009-07-28T05:02:00.000-07:00

Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat

What are they feeding you?

Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat

It's not your fault.

They won't take you to the vet

You're obviously not their favorite pet

You may not be a bed of roses

And you're no friend to those with noses.

Smelly cat, Smelly Cat

It's not your fault.

Well then...

2009-07-25T10:08:00.000-07:00

TOMORROW IS YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

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 ♫

2009-07-25T09:22:00.000-07:00

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™ - ♥•°●๋•

2009-07-25T08:58:00.000-07:00

So, voodoo rituals do work on ostriches ;P

Big egg - good for the egg-men

( look for the egg-men in one of the Beetles songs)

* PEANUTS *

2009-07-25T08:52:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the nuthouse, peanut!

Reading Harry Potter, or the no crack period

2009-07-25T08:45:00.000-07:00

Yeah...I looked really happy, I know :))

StraWberry Fields Forever

2009-06-22T11:31:00.000-07:00

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.

Strawberry Fields forever.

Strawberry Fields forever.

Strawberry Fields forever.

♥♥♥ ART ♥♥♥

2009-06-22T11:12:00.000-07:00

♥♥♥ ♥♥♥ ♥♥♥ ♥♥♥ ♥♥♥ ♥♥♥ ♥♥♥

"Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time." - Jean Cocteau

♥♥♥ Life ♥♥♥ (or the benefits of not being dead)

2009-06-22T11:00:00.000-07:00

"Life is like a carousel so enjoy the ride and try not to puke "

♥•°●๋• In the old days •°●๋•♥

2009-06-21T14:27:00.000-07:00

I know you remember

the day you were accused of smoking

while I was under the smoker's bed

and Loukas was dangling from the balcony

and someone was smoking pot next door.

Miss you.

PS: We sure look like crap on this photo :)

2007 Year of Change - 英語

2009-06-21T14:13:00.000-07:00

It all started with a scream...

And continued with a bore at church...

Then with a bitch intruding...

Then I cut out the bitch and saved the day,

And it ended with everyone back in the bus.

♥♥♥ Chicken Dance ♥♥♥

2009-06-21T13:53:00.000-07:00

I bet you remember the chicken dance...when some peed their pants :)

♥♥♥ Paris Dernier - Or the smoking issue ♥♥♥

2009-06-21T13:40:00.000-07:00

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 ♥♥♥

2009-06-21T12:00:00.000-07:00

♫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

♥♥♥ FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE ♥♥♥

Albert Camus

SMELLY CAT - Because you liked the blog :))), I dedicate to you this song

Well then...

♫ Never be BOR-ed ♫

♫ஐღ - ZOO™ - ♥•°●๋•

*** PEANUTS ***

Reading Harry Potter, or the no crack period

StraWberry Fields Forever

♥♥♥ ART ♥♥♥

♥♥♥ Life ♥♥♥ (or the benefits of not being dead)

♥•°●๋• In the old days •°●๋•♥

2007 Year of Change - 英語

♥♥♥ Chicken Dance ♥♥♥

♥♥♥ Paris Dernier - Or the smoking issue ♥♥♥

♥♥♥ The beginning - The Killing Moon, by Nouvelle Vague ♥♥♥

* PEANUTS *