Ouch!

Sh*t happens.

Especially when it rains.

Smitten and Crestfallen (Fly Away)

I wish that I could fly
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly

Id fly above the trees
Over the seas in all degrees
To anywhere I please

Oh I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah

Oh I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah

Lets go and see the stars
The milky way or even mars
Where it could just be mine

Lets fade into the sun
Let my spirit fly
Where I am just one
Just for a little fun
Oh oh oh yeah !

I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah

I got to get away
Feel I got to get away
Oh oh oh yeah

I want to get away
I want to fly away
Oh yeah !

-L. Kravitz-

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Afterthought:
It ain't fair
That a man walks
When a bird can fly
We have to kick the ground
The stars kiss the sky
They say that spirits live
A man has to die
-JBJ-

The Magnificent Seven

11' Carrick
17' Smith
19' Rooney
44' Ronaldo
49' Ronaldo
60' Carrick
81' Evra

I won’t spoil the glorious moment by writing unnecessary comments. Savour the sweetness of annihilation, and bring on the Germans, or the Italians, or anyone on this form!

Hái yuăn ma? Bù yuăn!

Being in Beijing for only a short business trip, I nevertheless stick faithfully to the ancient adage of working hard, playing harder (long live nocturnal attaché!).

The first night, the hotel concierge told me that the hotel was ‘very close’ and within ‘a walking distance’ to the famous Tiananmen Square (and Forbidden City, naturally). Well, I didn’t know whether a) I was so physically unfit that a mere ‘walking distance’ wore me out to a state of panting breath; b) I was duped by the concierge into walking there, so that by the time I got back to the hotel, I would have been in severe need of the exorbitant hotel massage service; or c) the locals had different concept of ‘close’ and ‘walking distance’ (when in China, act like Chinese).

And what’s worse, the Square was closed due to (I think) an official visit by a foreign dignitary. Pfff… I ended up lurking at the gate, trying to find any anglophone who was willing to take a picture of me grinning under the photograph of Mao. No luck.


Second night, I prowled the Wangfujing, looking for mementoes fabriqué en Chine. And there were plenty here and there. I made my first purchase like a good tourist should: no bargain. I learned my lessons quickly, though, and eventually managed to cut down on my price tag to almost 50%. Shopping had rarely been better. =)


Not surprisingly, Beijing streets did not only offer shopping, but detailed program of excursion would not be disclosed here to protect the guilty. My visit did not allow me enough time to get acquainted, but I was pretty sure I’d be seeing the city again. Till then, zàijiàn!

Lessons in Joyful Living

Enfin! Mon propre guide de la vie écrit par Trixie! Cela va sans dire que je n’ai pas vraiment besoin de critiques cinq-étoiles pour aimer ce livre, c’est simplement magnifique!

Si vous aimez les chiens ou êtes un adorateur de M. Koontz comme moi, vous voulez sans aucun doute trouver une copie. Trixie sait comment vivre jovialement mieux que presque tous les humains.

'Nuff said! Grab your copy now!