vendredi 28 janvier 2011
If love is a fail for me, friendship, on the other hand, is a complete success. Through the hard times I've crossed in 2009, I have been blessed with supportive friends. They are all amazing people, and I love them dearly. I try to tell them so. I'd like you to meet some of them, in no partucular order. I have many more, but these, in addition to being great friends, make or do amazing things (click on their names to see what they do)
Della owns an english bookshop in the east of France, but 2 weeks ago, she took a plane to Thailand and is now voluteering in an animal refuge. She'll be doing that, there and in other places, for the bigger part of this year. You should read her blog, it's really cool.
Every night or so, Kelley goes out in the cold streets of Chicago, carrying pink bags full of hot food and supplies, and visits the homeless, giving them care and attention. She's also one of my best friends in both worlds, we've cried on each other's shoulder many times, and I am planning a trip to visit her, hopefully this year.
A few months ago, he started leaving his appartment to go out and take pictures of one of the most beautiful cities in the world, London.
Alexandre is also, among other things, a talented photographer, but his favorite subjects are women. I myself have been his willing victim for a shoot... He gave me a new look on myself. I thank him for that.
Cedric was one of my classmates in senior high. I had a huge crush on him at the time, which is surprising because, to quote his own words, he was a vegetable in high school... Well, he was singing in a band... I lost track of him for years and then found him on facebook. He now lives in the Alpes and work in something related with publicity, I think. He also keeps singing.
More friends another day.
mercredi 26 janvier 2011
Well it's a complete fail, let's face it. I remember an Ally McBeal quote, when Billy told Ally "Love is wasted on you"... What a horrible thing to say, right? Well I feel like love is wasted on me. I make the wrong decisions, choose the wrong guys and can't get myself to fall in love with one who would be right for me. Am I expecting to much? Let's see...
I want a good guy:
- right in his head (schizopheniacs, maniacs, psychos, in-the-closets, not thanks, been there, done that, got the t-shirt)
- right with his family, and with some friends (because a man who has no friend is bound to belong to one of the categories above)
- right in his job (financially independant)
- clean (him AND his place)
- SINGLE (I've done married guy already, it HURTS)
- NOT allergic to cats (or smoke for that matter)
- able to hold a conversation that's NOT about cars or football
- able to watch a movie in English (I'm not a native speaker, but I hate voice-overs)
- manly (hairy, for instance, or not, but not waxed)
- taller than me (I'm 5.2, how hard can that be?)
- older than me (ok, that's a kink, but it matters to me)
- not skinny
- if possible, dark hair, brown or green eyes, good teeth (I know I'm not choosing a horse), cute smile... like that:
So, tell me, am I really asking too much?
Because I promised myself I wouldn't settle for less this time, and I fear I might as well register in a convent...
dimanche 23 janvier 2011
Somewhere over the rainbow... I mean, on the grid, is a place called Alirium. Lately I've been spending lot of time there shooting pictures, because the setting is so beautiful it leaves me speechless. Just look:
mercredi 12 janvier 2011
How to play: 1 - Go to wikipedia and hit random. The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band. 2 - Go to quotationspage.com and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the ...title of your first album. 3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”. The third picture, no matter ...what it is, will be your album cover. 4 - Use photoshop or similar (picnik.com is a free online photo editor) to put it all together. 5 - Post it!!
samedi 8 janvier 2011
Sit on my tree and watch the ocean
Have tea in my japanese teahouse
Relax by the fireplace while listening to the soothing music...
...coming from my snowglobe.
Take pictures of me.
mercredi 5 janvier 2011
In 2010, I managed to get promoted and move back to an area where I have friends, I started getting over my divorce, found a great new place to live, a cute appartment in a quiet neighborhood. I also make a better living and don't have to cope with crazy roomates.
I also almost lost someone very dear to me, who was that close to die from a collapsed blood clog in her brain, but she's a fighter, and despite the doctors predictions, not only she's alive, but she's almost back to her normal self... All in all it was a good year, right?
Except, 2 weeks before Christmas, my father figured it would be a good time to drop a bomb and tell everyone he is leaving my mother, after 35 years of marriage. His ex-fiancee from 40 years ago found him on facebook, can you believe it?
What does that tell me about love, about men? They SUCK. I mean after the disaster that has been my marriage, I'd figured it takes a lot of luck, a lot of work and a lot of love to make it to the "til death do us part", but I was utterly convinced that my parents were bound to succeed, because they had it all. things were not always easy, they had to face difficulties, but that's what makes a couple strong, isn't it? Then WHY? I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm desperate. Isn't there any hope after all?
What about SL?
It's my refuge, my escape from reality, and I've spent more time online in the past few weeks that I have in the past year... what does that tell about me?