Category Archives: crazy
Bah Kwa-ception
perdant mon chemin, souhaite le perdre à jamais.
I’m sentimental
So I walk in the rain
I’ve got some habits
Even I can’t explain
I go to the the corner
and I end up in Spain
Why try to change me now
I sit and daydream
I’ve got daydreams galore
Cigarette ashes
There they go on the floor
I go away weekends
leave my key in the door
why try to change me now
Why can’t I be more conventional
People talk
and they stare
So I try
But that can’t be
Because I can’t see
My strange little world
Just go passing me by
So let people wonder
Let ‘em laugh
Let ‘em frown
You know I’ll love you
Till the moon’s upside down
Don’t you remember
I was always your clown
so Why try to change me now
So let people wonder
Let ‘em laugh
Let ‘em frown
You know I’ll love you
Till the moon’s upside down
Just you remember
I was always your clown
so why try to change me
why would you want to change me
Why try to change me now
I miss you BÉBÉ!!!


Joyce, tu es très chanceuse.
Alors, je voudrais un bébé comme Ophelie aussi! Elle est super mignonne!
Ah, quel bonheur!!
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chambre 712

Wow i have spent 3 months in room 712.
I have gotten used to life in a students’ residence, regardless of its size (too small to mention), its simplicity, its lack of any form of design (yes trust me on this), its hideous yellow flooring and a bed so tiny I roll off every now and then in my subconscious nocturnal state.
NOW, I love it so much.
I’m even beginning to find the ancient TV set circa 1982 very retro.
小さなへやでしあわせのわたし。
きみをあいしてる。
I see snow, this very moment, as I looked out of my window. Lyon is snowing.Lyon is minus one degree celsius.
冬、冬だ。
昨日は遠足で la Dombes, Bresse, Pérouges に行って吹雪があった。
さむい。
And I am down with a cold.
Great.
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最高の友達!
Daniel, thanks for the loveliest surprise birthday party!!
BOYS, how many years has it been since Hwa Chong?
Thank you for never stop laughing at me–
You keep me rooted.
Remember when I had chicken pox? Guoliang was the only one who didn’t scream and Daniel delivered soup or porridge to my home. Keming you eeeeeeeeeeeee all the way hahhahha!!!
I love you guys.
Thank you for not forsaking me when I stumbled and fell. ( literally..)
You are all gonna be my bridesmaids!!!
True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity, before it is entitled to the appellation.
–George Washington
ほとんど毎日チャットしてくれてありがとう!
ケンジさん 12月6日お誕生日だよ!!
ENFEEEEE!!! もうすぐ会えるわ!待ってます!
Te echo de menos!
我和露露有個約会。
13年了。
遠在法國的我,每逢佳節倍思親
保重
祝福你們!
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後ろ姿
Les gens s’unissent et se séparent. On doit l’accepter. Sur la grandiose Grande Place à Brugge, je me noyais dans mon deuil. J’ai fermé les yeux et j’essayais écouter le battement du mon coeur. Mon coeur deçu. Tout passe, tout se lasse, tout casse.
“When things break down you just have to feel your way through.”
You wear red, cos that’s your favourite colour and you look alive in red. You gawk at chocolates cos you can’t resist the temptation of your favourite taste in the world. You go for long walks, in a sea of unknown faces. All by yourself, in a foreign city.
One has no choice but to cling on to one’s sanity as people let you down, inevitably. One by one. There are a few things you can count on in life: CHANGE, heartbreaks, DISAPPOINMENT, death. And the waiting is always the hard part.
I folllow my silhouette with a sense of detachment. There, look at her. かわいそうな後ろ姿。。
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any colder, God gave me snow. Yes it snowed yesterday, my first snow in France. I gazed at the snow from your window, snowflakes dancing to the symphony of the wind. A family of four drinking pamplemousse tea with home-baked cookies reciting lines from Cyrano de Bergerac. We laughed as the family’s pet dog with her pink chewy ball pounced on you with glee. I chuckled as I watched you doze off learning kanji. I basked in the warmth of your love and Aline’s cardigan. I am surrounded by beauty. I am in a painting. I am in heaven. Merci beaucoup de m’avoir donné ces bons souvenirs.
We sang on the way home in the car, loudly and gaily, me in english you in french, my favourite Little Mermaid song..
Si l’hommes marche
Si l’homme court
Si’il peut sur terre rêver au grand jour
COMME J’AIMERAIS, SI JE POUVAIS, PARTIR LÀ-BAS
Je donnerais tout ce que j’ai pour partir d’ici
Pour carresser les grains dorés du sable chaud
Les hommes comprennent
J’en suis certaines
Toutes leure filles peuvent rêver sans frayeur
J’en suis certaines
Femmes sirènes, femmes humaines
J’AI FAIT MON CHOIX
Moi je veux savoir, moi je veux pouvoir
Poser des questions et qu’on me réponde
Qu’est-ce que le feu et pourquoi est-ce qu’il quoi déja…. brûle?
UN JOUR VIENDRA JE PARTIRAI JE PARTIRAI SANS AUCUN REGRET…
Vivre sur terre
Loin de la mer
Partir là-bas
La Petite Sirène.
Mon très cher J, j’ai passé du bon temps, de temps inoubliable, à tes côtés. L’électricté statique…nous avons eu de gros fou-rires ce week-end vraiment!!!
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
。。。
quand nous nous promenons
To be blessed with someone to walk this journey with
what more can one ask for?
Don’t you just love LYON?
ユーキ、Amilus et Keiko
応援してくれてありがとう!
今夜の親子丼大成功ではないですけど、とっても楽しかったわ!!
一緒に食事することができて、幸せだ。
本当に。
Bref, je suis très heureuse.
Thank you so much for teaching me how to cook–
I never imagined that I would be able to survive at all in the kitchen.
Fire, knives, pots and pans–
–I’ve conquered them all!!
Ça suffit! Bon, tu es prêt à essayer un plat japonais ce samedi, mon cheri?
À la bouffe!!!!!!
stop talking to me. i am reading Voltaire.
At fitful moments in our pain-racked life
the hand of pleasure wipes away our tears
but pleasure passes like a fleeting shade
and leaves a legacy of pain and loss
the past for us is but a fond regret
the present grim, unless the future’s clear
If thought must end in darkness of the tomb
all will be well one day—–so runs our hope
All NOW is well, is but an idle dream
The wise deceive me: God alone is right,
With lowly sighing, subject in my pain
I do not fling myself against Providence
Once did i sing, in less lugubrious tone
the sunny ways of pleasure’s genial rule
The times have changed, and, taught by growing age
and sharing of the frailty of mankind
seeking a light amid the deepening gloom
I can but suffer, and will not repine.
—–Poem on the Lisbon Disaster
by Voltaire.
I don’t expect you to like this poem as much as I do, just know that it has a huge impact on me.
Well stop talking to me, cos you will not like what i say.
I do not wanna discuss politics, cos you listen but do not hear me. Shall we talk about Nov 4th election? Cos i really want to tell you i was not convinced by Palin’s speech, who has given Americans many reasons not to vote for Obama but Palin, could you give me ONE reason why one should vote for YOU? Nonetheless i think McCain is gonna win, (oh dear no!) and Barrack what did your 300 advisers have against Hillary? Why Biden? How do you achieve the change you so badly crave for with Biden? You know I am with you, we are anti-war, but reading terrorists their rights?
You might say, this is none of my business. You are probably right.
so stop talking to me.
For I really have nothing to say to you.
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