T0p D0g Reloaded

A 19 year old, or whatever, might think youth is for ever. I remember I so wanted to get out of it. But I am confronted. I am becoming the sad old philosopher who thinks about it because he cannot do it. Anymore. I am not that sad. I am amused by the fact that everybody is going to loose theirs sometime.

Saw Reconstruction. Would need to see it again to fully grasp it, if that is even possible. A refreshing break. Serve slightly chilled with Pinot Noir from Purcari, smoked cheese, nuts and friends on the sofa.

Word is I am drinking too much. I’ve started it.

Busy schedule for the weekend: Palm Sunday open air fairs, closing the project with the call operators, dinner at Vava’s, maybe dancing. Tomorrow early morning call from my landlord, then opera and theater combo.

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You think it’s the three little piggies? Nope! I thought they were the three monkeys, you know, the see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil monkeys. But no. It’s a football player in a suit, a devastated crack addict singer and everyman. I laughed and laughed. This was at CND.

Then we went to Underlondon. Mazi’s got the VIP passes, again, and I am always ready for a piggyback ride. (By the way, according to Wikipedia, it does come from pick a back)

LATER EDIT: the piggy pic is from CND’s site and not mine. T has got the working permit.

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Yeah, that is one thing of many forms. Like I have been to Rokolectiv last weekend, but only managed my devices now. So, you have a picture. Like I I have been to the movies last night. And I didn’t get to tell you what T and Mazi have in common: they would both mercilessly drag me to see Hugh Grant and or Sandra Bullock. No, not last night. We saw something which made us use our tired little brains. Like today, when instead of doing you know what, I atteptempted to put some order in the blogroll. Still, it looks like my house, where everything is on the floor. By comparison, the advantage, by far: this blog does not gather dust. Like, literally.

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I stopped counting how many things have happened since I have also stopped taking my blog seriously on a dayly basis. Maybe not that many.

But I am willing to offer a selection.

I am back from Gdansk. Mazi’s cam defected on me. I love English false friends.

I am yet to loose another hour. No, really, another hour: to fix all my watches.

I didn’t make it between the covers of clubbing mag. Not in a visible manner that is. Try page 30, if you can spot me. No prize to be awarded if you do.

I have been to Rokolectiv 07 last night. First, dinner with the eyelash man. Vegetarian?! Me?! I would’ve never thought. But the couscous and fried vegetables were good. So was the wine. And the beer. And the gossip. And the auberge a l’espagnol roommates coming in and out.

The yes-but-I-am-not-gay guy made a guest appearance last night. We danced. Somebody whispered into my ear “Kiss him!”. I smiled. Haven’t called him yet.

I have saved my life with juice a friend left in my fridge. Arina, I love you. It was like this: open fridge door, admire silence and emptyness. Then, hello! what is this? And how has it ended here? It was the juice box. I couldn’t remember how it got there, but thirst was stronger than common sense.

Gdansk on the rain was walked by me on the sound of Lhasa, I have doubled the number of bacteria in my ears. Apparently that’s what you do if you plug your earphones in. The old city (Stare Miesto) is amazing. Unfortunately you’ll have to take my word for it. Or try some of the mobile phone cam pics. I have regreted not having an operable camera. The swans were gulible. They followed me in hope of some crums I did not have. The smartest of them was using the wings as a sail, mocking the rest of the flock, which was conservatively paddling their way on the water.

Je n’ai pas peur
De dire que je t’ai trahi
Par pure paresse
Par pure mélancolie
Qu’entre toi
Et le Diable
J’ai choisi le plus
Confortable
Mais tout cela
N’est pas pourquoi
Je me sens coupable
Mon cher ami

Je n’ai pas peur de dire
Que tu me fais peur
Avec ton espoir
Et ton grand sens
De l’honneur
Tu me donnes envie
De tout détruire
De t’arracher
Le beau sourire
Et meme ca
N’est pas pourquoi
Je me sens coupable
C’est ca le pire

Je me sens coupable
Parce que j’ai l’habitude
C’est la seule chose
Que je peux faire
Avec une certaine
Certitude
C’est rassurant
De penser
Que je suis sûre
De ne pas me tromper
Quand il s’agit
De la question
De ma grande culpabilité

Je n’ai pas peur
De dire que j’ai triché
J’ai mis les plus pures
De mes pensées
Sur le marché
J’ai envie de laisser tomber
Toute cette idée
De “vérité”
Je garderais
Pour me guider
Plaisir et culpabilité

Je me sens coupable
Parce que j’ai l’habitude
C’est la seule chose
Que je peux faire
Avec une certaine
Certitude
C’est rassurant
De penser
Que je suis sûre
De ne pas me tromper
Quand il s’agit
De la question
De ma grande culpabilité

Lhasa, La confession

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You do remember all the cinematic cliches with “Honey, I am home” and “How was your day”. And since nobody is asking, I am dully going to provide that information. I am currently sim-less. Use my other mobile number. Also without warm water. Unless I get to boil some. Been there, done that. Mentally I am already on my way to Gdansk, but not very eager. I have been slaving to that presentation the whole day, but I feel like a cheater. Not the best mood, I might add, but it’s certainly covered in a bloomy springish atmosphere. Spring is all around so I have invited a certain bloguette to a late tour of the city, clowny discussion included.

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This is empty because it is all I can afford. Time wise.

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Following yesterday’s almost collapse I have decided to forget about natural remedies and I am having an antibiotical based revival. The new energy!

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As I am re-writing this, I am overwhelmed with frustration. My new wireless connection caused my computer to freeze and I have lost a very very long post. And some of last’s weeks scribbles. Let me try to recompose myself from loss, being late, unable “to win” and the constant feeling I am living “on hold”.

As it would be appropriate, this comes in parts.

PART ONE - Things I have been told, your quota of quotes

Show me that you care and call me more often. Like at least once a week. (long distance relation)

You are gorgeous, you are gorgeous. Keep on repeating that. (new best friend)

I don’t want to loose you for good. (Can you guess? T…)

I didn’t want to lie to you. I hope we can still be friends. (ha-ha! what next?)

I saw you and I thought it’s so refreshing to know for a fact that somebody on the set is gay. (fan text messages)

ha-ha hmmmm my own private celebrity… (keep on dreaming! And, yeah, I have been on TV. Twice)

Please don’t go to that TV show. He has not even introduced you properly. (I, cannot do that, mum! I’ll make sure next time he knows my name or say it myself, but it was quite a surprise, I wasn’t really going to say anything on that particular occasion)

Write something! […] I want to see some two or three posts when I return. And be more explicit, so my mum can understand it. (new best friend upon departure to the seaside)

Write something! […] you can even be cryptic if you will. (new best friend, exasperated, upon return from the seaside)

PART TWO - Simon’s sayings and me getting the blues

You are tall and lean and ambitious. You can win a crowd with your smile. You can walk the walk with your pointed shoes that match your confidence. But I know you are afraid of being alone, as you confided in me. Yes, I think it’s a crappy excuse for your action. No, I am not going to make your life easier. We’ll see. You didn’t do so good on our last conversation.

PART THREE - Joke

I stitched the “Run CD First” on the inside of the toilet lid. Get it?

PART FOUR - Some movies

Seen: Casanova, Paris, je t’aime, The Interpreter, Gia, The Sweetest Thing, The Illusionist
Not seen: Marie Antoinette, Decameron

PART FIVE - Dimitri who?

Thanks to Mazi, I got blessed with a VIP pass slash invitation to Dimitri from Paris, which was great, both getting the invite and the mix. Very groovy eighty. I kept jumping until four in the morning, fell asleep with radio and lights on and lingered in a hangover the size of China the next day. Everything matched only by the amount of running nose, lack of voice and presence of nausea the next day.

PART SIX - No sex

The amazing chit chat I am occasionally entertaining makes for chapters in the opera magna to follow. So, here it is, a conversation with the guy who’s been eyeing me the whole night smilingly. After I asked and got his number, it went like this:
Me, redundantly: “So, can I call you?”
Him: “But I am not gay.”
Me: “I have not asked if you were gay, I asked if I can call you.”
Had no intention to call anyway.

OK, this is pretty much it. Satisfied? Leave a comment. Not satisfied? Email in confidence at wereaditall@monsoux.blogspot.com

Oh, my current music wish list includes:
Citizen Cope - Brother Lee
Mark Ronson - Toxic (cover)
Sophie Hellen Bextor - Catch you
and Gwen Stefani’s latest album

As the architect puts it, “You are too commercial!”

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What better reason to make my way out of the house but guilt. Guilt that I am behaving like them big annoying shots. Always making promises they don’t keep. Mouth full of bullshit and smiles. Never returning calls, never giving a crap. Too late… I was one hour late as it were. The lady was in no position to complain. I apologised and was extra nice anyway, but couldn’t help noticing her herpes. She kept touching it passingly, too much hand, too much hair. She left happy, I was left feeling I never get to accomplish anything. The day went down from there.

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I remember once returning from my Romanian tutoring classes in the eight grade, a guy in the street pushed me and as I had fallen another one kicked me in the jaw. I remember the boot approaching, impact and all. It was cold and dark and all of the sudden it was just me out there, on the cold ice. Nineteen years later and I still don’t know who they were and what has actually happened.

For whatever some might say, not everything happens for a reason. God is not busy keeping scores in a little red book and sometimes there is a good chance that when you see the boot approaching you haven’t actually done anything wrong.

Can anyone tell me a good reason for getting out of the house today? The list is open.

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