Thursday, November 29, 2012

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Rainy day in Corte

I met some Corsicans today. 

Well, the hell am I saying, I meet Corsicans everyday, but today pffff, it was the first time I met A Corsican... girl. 
And other than scandalous when drunk, I always thought of Corsican girls as quite shy and introverted. Patriotic, of course, but still a bit timid to say the least. Did I say scandalous when drunk? I meant scandalous when not appearing shy. Hard to read, these girls they are. 

There I was hiding under the rain talking to a Spanish girl from my class, when this tall blonde girl comes over trying to mimic our spanish, the bitch I thought, but then she talked to us in her French and said, dudes, excuse me but I would love to speak in Spanish and so far I can say 'I'm pregnant' and 'I love goats' or something like that. But she could actually speak English, Italian, French and Corsican. She did try to say 'I speak a little Chinese too', but when I said 'Alright, let's speak in Chinese', she backed down. Blame her I do not. 

It's like a speech aid here: 'I speak Chinese'... like saying 'Well, I might not be able to speak my own mother tongue correctly, but I can still go chinchin chun chun chang chang', which I find extremely offensive but well... they're 'french'. Corsicans don't really do that, as far as I can tell. 

But this was the first time I actually met a Corsican who was open to other languages and who could speak them, even if it were just words, I felt genuinely happy. For them, can I say that? I'd been trying to meet TEH real Corsicans, all about Corsica of course, but who'd keep an open mind and who'd be keen on learning from other cultures. It's what I originally thought of Corsicans and until today I hadn't found. 

I would have hated to have been proven wrong. (Grammar ok?)

I did leave them there,  two words after that, since I have better things to, all locked up at the apartment with my candle and my charcoals. Fifty thousand miles from home. Which home? Only time will tell. Though I have to say, China misses me tons. TONS. 

Drifting off again... About that little roof I was hiding under, I left, but I left with a better image of Corsican girls. Not squares. Gorgeous in very physical sense of the word, smart and curious. Extroverted. Outspoken. Patriotic, but in a good way. And I walked away thinking 'If there were more girls like this in the world, with their looks and their island and their height and their exclusiveness and as approachable as this girl was, the rest of us would be out of business in a fortnight.' 

Fortnight, what a funny word.  

Though I bet she didn't have the best taste in music. One has to find the flaws on perfect people, otherwise it's just cruel to oneself. I still gotta say, I found a perfect female specimen and she is Corsican. Ask me her name or address, I've no clue. I knows do not. But damn it if it doesn't make you think about human perfection. Do not get me wrong, I've seen plenty of 'French' women who want to make you retire and open a bakery. But this one, just because she was Corsican, she was towering above the rest. 

Unlike Alizee, damn that vulgar hoe. Yuck. YUCK I said. 

Just FYI, teh Corsican girl, she wasn't wearing 'screw me' shorts. Respect.  


when the Levi breaks

I lefted there some colour in the middle. I'm trying here! The Levee. 


Friday, November 23, 2012

splat

Alright, c'est fini

I did go through some stuffs, especially since the photo kept moving its ass off and all, I made a general  enquete to all the photogenic people I know and got some sweet ass pics out of them, you know, to practise and be pretty and all... just, something to wake up in the morning for...

And if I keep it up I might you know... get somewhere?

Voila le Sebastien


Though when you come to think of it... the world would be a really sad place it if were up to me, visually I mean... people would line up to kill themselves and all. And all. And all. Do I have any vocabulary at all? Or vision? It's all trees and tall people, wtf, Faulty Towers?? 

Can someone please tell me cause I cannot say it and silence is raging


boom

And I guess I'll just be moving on... but if only you would open up your eyes and see... 




ouhh mal leeeighhh

It was the light, it was the angle....


he made no attempt to move... 

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

And I hate youuu back, stupid hiccupwhoo

Seriously, seriously, I know I always say seriously, but seriously, I fucking hate hiccups, especially  in the fuuucking afternoon, wtf do they want to ruin me??? They're fucking after me... attack me at night, fuckers, like mosquitoes, be decent! I'm an oxygen typewriter by default.

Edit: posted at 8:52 pm? Excuse me, it's almost 6 am. Not even in Mexico, dudes and dudettes, I'm from tah future then, as I always suspected! 

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Giving Christmas some serious thought

Everyone talks about how they wanna go back home for Christmas. 
I'd be lying if I didn't say it crossed my mind as well, I thought about going back to Mexico and then I thought about going back to China. 
But now, I'm thinking Europe. I mean what the hell, I'm already here. 
If I were in Mexico right now I'd be dying to go somewhere else, somewhere different and somewhere no one I know has ever been to. 
Or something like that. 

I thought about going to Romania, plane ticket's not that expensive and it's closer than Norway, on the downside, I don't know anyone in Romania... but wouldn't it be awesome to spend Christmas in Transylvania? I mean who the hell does? I'd do it, just because. 

And there's always Moscow. Moscow, Moscow. Mos-cow. Ah. 

Alright, to class. 


Monday, November 12, 2012

Yum.


I take it back. He looks like bubblegum. 




Yes yes yes!

I just saw the trailer for IRON MAN 3 wtf I can't wait. I'll have to go to fucking Lyon to catch it in English though, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
And this was just Iron Man, when the trailer for Thor 2 comes out my imaginary water will break.

(Captain America still sucks balls)


Up for the loneliest Christmas ever

And if I go to Norway to see the northern lights for Christmas?

I found a two way flight Paris - Oslo for 130 euros. 

And what if I go?  ... I could totally go.  I'm completely freaked out.


Sunday, November 11, 2012

Captain who?

I'm in the train of watching Captain America: The First Avenger and it makes Thor look like Schindler's List. I mean this stuff is ridiculous. And what's the deal with red play-doh head? I have to admit it's an improvement from the actor's real face but really, did they have to make him look like candy? I wanna take a bite off his smooth red chocolatey skull.

Bleh, I might not even finish watching it tonight, I'm afraid I'll feel the urge to write a full review after finishing it and I do have to get up early. So I'm leaving it for tomorrow.

I'm going to chew his red clitorish head and spit it out.

Recent Culinary Exploits

So we had a few of our classmates over for dinner last week, everyone was supposed to bring something to eat or drink. Some brought chips and beers, others brought wine and sausages, a couple of Chinese girls brought dumplings! All was going smooth until one of them arrived with two bags of frozen wild boar meat. 

Wild boar. 

He was all 'Here, this is for you, compliments from my brother in law' (who happens to be this corsican hunter, as I then found out). Apparently, the dinner plans were so improvised that this guy didn't have time to prepare anything, and to avoid arriving empty-handed, he reached out for help to his brother in law who insisted he took a small piece of his most recent catch. Small?
What the hell am I gonna do with 8 pounds of frozen wild boar??
Does it even taste like pork? Like beef? How am I supposed to cook some meat I never tasted before? 
I went online and searched for a couple recipes, they recommend to cook it as a stew, but instead of using wine, with beer, and I know the perfect chestnut beer for it. 

But do I dare?  
It looks so much more advanced than all the stuff I've cooked. I'm still a beginner at this! I mean I'm still afraid of taking things out of the oven by myself. 

I did make a pizza last night. Turned out quite nice actually, although I think I made a mistake with the crust since it didn't roll out that easily, it felt more like kneading clay. But in the end it tasted like a decent pizza. Now I know why all restaurants here serve pizzas, they're fucking easy to make and crazy cheap too. I think I'll be doing some more experimenting with that. Taco pizza, wonder what that would look like... pff, like an anorexic and abnormally long calzone.

Has anyone noticed all pizzas taste the same in France? There is a reason for it, they ALL use the same cheese. I wish I could have used a different one but since it was my first time I didn't want to spend a lot of money on something I'd probably fuck up. I bought it, I did. That same supermarket cheese that they all buy by the ton. Emmental, damn you and your affordable prices. 

Speaking of which, last week I went to the supermarket and bought a giant chicken for 4 euros. I roasted it with jalapeƱos and garlic as stuffing and it lasted us two whole days. It's such a pity it takes almost two hours to cook because by the time it's done I'm almost done as well with a whole bottle of wine and I'm afraid after that my appetite tends to disappear. 

I wish I had had an oven in China... man I love those things, I'd heat up my coffee in there if I could. 

Alright I now present my pizza. 







Thursday, November 08, 2012

A guilty pleasure? Not.

I absolutely love seeing girls cry. Not children though, young adults.
Especially if there is serious howling involved, man that just makes my day. 

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

Bluu

I don't wanna do anything, anything at all.
I wish I were a lego block.
And yes, with my luck I'd be a blue lego block.


Tuesday, November 06, 2012

Doom doom doom


Today I came back from school, shut the windows, closed the curtains, lit a candle in the living room and laid on the couch for hours. By the time I got up and opened the curtain it was dark outside.
And after a long hot shower I've every intention of getting back on the couch and watch cartoons.
Is this what they call mild depression?
Bleh, I don't even wanna drink. My fingers are absolutely destroyed too.
I need to find a hobby. Fast.