I just want to have an Internet access to this image...for another site.

xxx Tschuss xxx

(But by the way, she rocks!)

France is really driving crazy. Who doesn't know Gallics are so strange-minded? They are always complaining and cannot negociate anything without going down to the street, demonstrating and striking. But this time it's too much, they're all yelling against the President and his government, against that new liberal labor law called CPE. Fuck. Really. I'm not saying I don't care but too much is too much. Students are forbidden to study by other ones, the country is divided into the "pro" and the "anti" law, and they keep insulting and fighting each other, and as if that wasn't enough, young people from suburbs found this subtext to join in and riot again. That's just unbelievable. Really. I had never seen such a distaster. Social disaster. The crowd is lost, on her own with noone to count upon. Chirac isn't present, we can see him once in a while on TV, there's no one. Anarchy. Totally. We're all looking forward to voting in 2007. Is the situation going to be better? Nobody knows....

France is dead. Wake up.

Such a wimp, you mope around.

Seating beneath that dashing willow tree.

Look at you, and look at her

You're on the edge of an abyss.

Muzzy, fidgety, you are under

Her spell but you won't find the bliss.

Don't know what's going on. I Dream and think about love too much. Not just love, but moments of affection. Beautiful bodies. Pretty girls. Looks. And so on. Can't study properly. Everytime I try to my thoughs just escape from me. And then I go to the Internet. And so on. I've got a fucking big exam on monday. Can't work on it. Can't concentrate. Need to listen to those musics, to watch those videos, to phone them, to see them. And so on. Need to meander. In the streets and in my thoughs. Dreaming about my future flat. Looked at the real estate stuffs and at the fucking prices. € 790 000 a studio. Those beautiful houses with 10 rooms. € 4 000 000. My god where am I gonna live? I wanna be in the heart of the town. Not in a suburb stuff. I plan to travel, next year. Volontary work in Costa Rica. 's gonna be quite a good break. I know I need it. Helping and sharing with others and learning from them aswell. Just so great. Looking forward to going there. One year. Should be fine. And then, working here and there and win enough money to go to Japan, Australia, the United States, and maybe to the middle east if it's more quiet. And then, back to studies. Fazing.

 *Protect me From what I want...*

And to conlude, those lyrics of New Order's Turn My Way:

"I don't wanna be like other people are, don't wanna own a key, don't wanna wash my car. Don't wanna have to wait like other people do. I want it to be free, I want it to be true."

So true...

I miss it so much. Not been to any party or whatever for a while. Didn't want to, as I was in such a bad mood. Just wanted to stay home, hanging around, blogging. (and working, sometimes)

But now I miss those nights out, freezing outside but so hot inside, surrounded by fucking trendy Converse, short denim skirts, hands, lips, loosing myself into beer and wonderful music, laughs, talks, people moving and dancing everywhere.

I miss those nights aswell, in her house, a typical one in the heart of Paris, two floors, little wooden stairs that make noise when you go up or down, where she organises loads of parties...Raclette, crêpes, or even visiting the Paris underground, bringing lamps, candles, music, junk food and a bottle of wine...So great. I miss our being all there having fun and talking about our all-around-the-world trips, or whatever.

I miss those nights with her meandering in the old and typical Paris streets, looking at those guys playing with fire in front of Notre-Dame, and at young people drinking and eating on the Seine's riverside, playing guitar, singing, dancing, smoking, yelling, and doing all that aswell...Those free gigs, Paris-on-sea stuff at night, the great atmosphere everywhere, the feeling that you've got a lifetime to walk, that nothing matters, that everything's so fine.

I think I just miss summertime ...

Winter really sucks.

My Friends, This is a Dark Day....

Fucking weird! I was doing so fine last year, last summer, last months...My london-life, my back-to-Paris one, my visit to China, discovering loads of amazing people, new cultures and habits, my crazyness overthere and here aswell, those strange things i've done like that one into the london bus with her, my love for Art and particularly photography, my living through music, he, well, all this kind of stuff that made me realized what youth actually was....

It's gone! I'm feeling empty. Where is my crayness? Where are my dreams? Where is my neverending selfquestionning? Where is my artitic talent? Where is my will? Where is my strenght?

It's all like vanished in the haze.

I've meet them the other day. All my not-seen-for-a-while friends, at least 6 years. All those who shared my school life. Back in Paris. There are all the same. Just more themselves. She, for instance, is totally crazy, studying arts, piercing in the tongue, easy going, talkative, superb, and so on. She (another one) is now studying movie making and write her own books. So clever, so interesting. She (another one) created her own clothes (Haute Couture), studying business and living with her boyfriend. Stange. They all changed. But in a way, that's the way they were. "Just MORE themselves". But the thing is...to Their eyes...who am I? Have I changed? Did I change? Am I playing a game? Did I follow the wrong path?

Well...useless entry, as usual, but needed to, as usual too.