Thursday, September 28, 2006

Sasusaku School Fic Lemon

sandwich on inside. Beijing

In the thesaurus, " low " is associated with " moron." I'll opt for a term mentally more stable anyway.

So, I'm suddenly so "stingy". We admire how often I'm strong, but in truth, so I shake the within. Even worse,
I do not feel anything . I'm dry as a yellow bean abandoned on the edge of the countertop. Once washed by the warm light of sun, I am now the trace of leftovers of life, and I crack any side of any edge.

It fails to find the good old Manu, you know, the one with the smile on the ears, tooth tite good wind, with its little eyes so small but so alert, with his words of comfort, encouragement and thoughts positive unbounded. No, we find it more ... I looked everywhere in Chinatown, New Zealand, on cruise ships, the SAQ, the Canal Evasion and my dirty jeans pockets, but in vain, I have not found. Maybe she went into hiding the old slipper she loses all the time ...

I even bothered to ask his friends! The seller of bagels, the old waitress Rapido, Jesus, Gandhi, Buddha, the Dalai Lama, but no, nobody saw

... I know she can not find it easy these days and I I confess that a little afraid of not finding the innocence of my Manu - because it is still a child - always ready to turn over a piece of 50 Won, to boost morale any moron
on the corner of the street at the top of his dream 5'1 et 3/4 avec ambitionS et passionS, à rire, faire rire et faire rire d’elle, à chercher justice et vérité et combattre le mal et le tarte…

Je pense qu’elle se cache quelque part entre la terre et la mer, un peu dispersée dans chacun de ses souvenirs, éparpillée dans les hauts et les bas de la vie. Mais quand même, j’insiste, si jamais vous avez aperçu un bout de ma Manu heureusement contagieuse d’être si heureuse dans un de vos joyeux souvenirs,
faites moi signe, peut-être que ça m’aidera à la retrouver plus rapidement…

Amen .

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Why Kind Of Underwear Hurts The Most

the bottom of an aquarium

Nous avons participé a un tour guidé (nb: a eviter a tout prix) a Beijing . Accompagnés de Coreens, nous avons visité ce fameux Pekin, ce fameux Beijing 2008.

Palais apres palais, nous avons traversé les rues de Beijing. Voyeuse, j'absorbais les images et je captais les moments a travers les vitres de notre gros autobus climatisé. Ca y est, je faisais maintenant partie de ces touristes qui prennent des photos a travers les vitres de leur autobus. Je captais le regard ahuri, surpris ou questionneur de ces Chinois violés par mon appareil. Je me sentais sale, si lointaine de la realité. Quelqu'un, sortez moi de ce bocal et laissez I breathe the fresh air pollution in Beijing, I want to see Beijing, true! One I will not be afraid to touch, eat, smell. One that surprised me with its tasty grilled cockroaches
(no, I did not eat, nobody was quite game to accompany me ...), who get on my nerves with its vendors more riders than each other, one that I will enjoy its authentic food in the corner of a shabby restaurant ...

I really want to complain to the tour guide in Korean, but we still had a chance to spend some special experiences, such as hiking aboard rickshaws, eating Beijing Duck, Chinese see a circus, relax on a gondola or a young Beijing was gliding his fingers over a gentle Citara, enjoy a cruise on top of a mountain and also see the little pile of stone, as it calls it already ... Ah yes, the Great Wall of China ... ;)

These four days in Beijing when I was even left on a special feeling, that of having to come back at any cost to discover the true
Beijing, one hiding behind the tourist traps and luxury stores that we take for fish wedged at the bottom of an aquarium.

Force On Trailer By Car

Where to start ...

I wanted to share with you the experience of my last three weeks, but I lack energy. I would love to find the appropriate words to describe the beauty and excitement discover Korea. I would have liked to capture those precious moments and share them with you in their integrity. I wish you to experience these emotions, but I lack energy.

So I ask you just close your eyes and imagine a field of green tea that is lost in the skyline. You'll also see this dense forest of bamboo
? Snake the path, a sun umbrella in hand. What is it that tickles your toes? Waves on a beach in Busan, a blazing sun that envelops your skin and the feeling of being on vacation.

Keep your eyes closed and listen to the murmur of Buddhist monks praying at the temple of Songgwangsa. The sound of drums, chanting prayers, sleeping next to a creek that
embrace your ears . The freshness of a new morning dew on your sandals and feel at peace.

I wish I knew the right words to describe the excitement shared by my mother and me, but words are not enough. In addition, I'm selfish and I want to keep those precious memories for me and me alone.

Maybe one day I will find enough energy and courage to tell you individually adventures Korean land, but for now you must settle for my words of Jeanette.


J. that the scarf game with shoes.