One year before ?

I remember very well the first time I went to a premiere. Not a world premiere, for sure, but a premiere of a film. It was Pirates of The Carribean 2 : The Dead man’s chest.  They aren’t espacially great movies, but I HAD TO SEE them.

I have a good reason to that. In my “novel” I put some wink about those movies, mostly because I do like an actress in the casting, but, also because I realy do like the spirit of those two movies.

I’m not inspired, I have to go anyway, I have a novel to finish.

Strange days

Oh no, I’m not angry at persons, it’s just weird to feel like that chinese photograph, when she discover someone had grabbed her photography to make an add … even if I was just between some posts of a blog. I know it’s kind of strange to begin a post like this, but I HAD to write it.

Whatever. I’m writing my novel, and it definitely feels good to continue what you’ve begun a year ago, when you keep writing the following, when you discover yourself new characters, new way to feel things, new situations. I’ve read once that Stephen King just wrote what he had in mind, never thinking of what will follow next. I like to think I’m like him for this. Even if I’m not in the same category of novels.

I’ve went downtown with my “fat” friend (even if it’s only a nickname) Emmanuelle, Bénédicte & Aurélie (the future fat). It was nice, though a little odd to notice the last one is torn apart between her total hate of me and the feeling that she’d like to be a member of the “fat” society … weirdo.

Frou frou (& Imogen Heap) is (are) definitely the best singer I’ve ever listened to.

Headlock.

I don’t know how to begin. It was quite a nice day, though I didn’t do anything particular. Just hanging around, do some revisions, test some things … an usual day.

But, yesterday night I had inspiration for my “novel”. I’m always putting quotation coma when I write and/or say something about it. It’s just that, I don’t treat it as a novel, it’s more just some kind of outlet for my desires. And I’m now at my 61st page ! I’m quite excited to know I’ve reached the 50 pages two month ago. Yeah, I’m not writing really much those last months. I think it’s internet and my “new” (since december) high speed connection. Too much time to spend on internet don’t allow me to free my mind to write.

Anyway, I don’t have much things to say today.

Can’t fix a single idea.

I like the song “Spooky” of Imogen Heap. Actually, I like all of her songs … or approximatly every single one. I don’t know why but they just bring me to others places … very usefull when you write something. I don’t know, it’s like I’m floating around the Golden Gate, or any bridge within a big city.

I’ve met a friend around 2.30pm this afternoon, but I had to go to the hairdresser first, just to refresh my haircut which was a little to long, to my opinion. Afterwards, we went to the “matahari”, a bar and took two coffees. I’m not sure Loïc’s a big fan of, but still he took one. A moment later her girlfriend came. I learnt she was half scottish, which was very interesting because we had a 30 seconds english conversation (even if it was more a soliloquy of me to her), and you can trust me : hearing a *REAL* scottish accent is very sensible. Then we moved to the “Forum”, which is some sort of “FNAC” (if you know what a “FNAC” is.). I had to see another buddy down there. I was almost risking to miss my bus when I left Jérémy, but I have a good footwork.

Marion was going back home too, and we just talked about her yesterday night party, which was – according to her – a good party even if she hadn’t stay for long : at 12pm she was back home. Bad me, I was the one that just trained her for an hour before, running in the wood and climbing hills. I’m a bad person.

And, here I am, just babblering about insignifants splintered (once again) moments of my life. Which is not particularly awkward from myself, but very personal.

PS: the title is just the result of a ten seconds brainstorming, because I couldn’t fix one title in that tiny bar …

So let go !

It was 6.52am and I was wondering if “I should send a message right now” to a woman. I received a message from her. It was 6.53am. As I like to say, because I’ve written it in one of my short story (in french) : “Parfois on trouve d’intéressantes coïncidences”. (Somtimes we found interesting coincidences)(or something like that).

And I’m afraid this sentence is so very true. By past, I’ve experienced it 3 or 4 times since I’ve written it. Veyr weird.

However, at 4pm, I jogged with a friend. It was nice, because she asked me to jog with her.

“Somtimes we found interesting coincidence” … damn Sofia, you are so right.

Just a few words.

 

落花枝に帰らず破鏡再び照らさず。

I agree, this is a strange way to give a title to a blog, but let me explicit it a little.

落花枝に帰らず破鏡再び照らさずmeans “fallen blossom doesn’t return to the branch.” I guess it’s a good way to define life, and so is a blog, a tiny little splintered moment of your life you just put online, on a server hidden God knows where.

I don’t know what I’m going to write on this blog, and I’ll probably never know it. The only thing I’m sure of is that I’m quite sure I’ll write in english as much as in french. Don’t get me wrong, I’m french and it’s really easy for me to give you images in my own language. With my own words. That’s probably all I can say to justify this choice.

Thanks for reading, more will come soon