Tag: Personal

Quotidien [en]

Plus j’avance dans la vie, et plus j’ai l’impression que l’important, ce sont les petites choses. Les petites attentions que l’on se fait, où que l’on fait à  l’être aimé.

Parce qu’au fond, la vie, nous la vivons dans le quotidien. Ce sont les repas de midi, la pause avec les collègues, le retour à  la maison, et encore la douche du matin qui font notre vie, bien plus que les vacances aux Maldives ou l’expédition annuelle au Luna Park.

Soignons les détails.

Commencements [en]

Ce sont les petites choses qui me posent le plus de problèmes. Les grandes, vois-tu, je peux les commencer sans courir le risque de les finir.

Interpretation [en]

He held up a mirror of words in front of me. I peered into it – only to be greeted by a stranger’s face.

“That’s not me!” I squealed.
“Of course it’s you,” he replied calmly. “When you look into a mirror, you see yourself, don’t you? It’s you.”
“Yes, but— but those are your words, aren’t they? I mean, this isn’t a real reflection, it’s gone into your eyes and back!”

The reflection broke out of the mirror and set off to greet my friends, waving to them.

Victoires [en]

  • Le placard dans le couloir
  • l’armoire à  habits (oui!)
  • la pile de cartons dans le coin du salon qui dataient du déménagement
  • la lessive
  • le porte-manteaux
  • les boutons sur le manteau
  • la cave
  • et surtout, une fin d’année sans stress.

Books, Cinema [en]

My user page on SpiroLattic now contains a list of recent films I have seen, as well as another of books I have read and appreciated.

Apart from that, all is well. No news is good news.

Merry Christmas! Joyeux Noël!

Excessive Aspirations [en]

My dreams for the future sit amongst the stars.

I look up. There they are, beautiful and shining. Perfect in the frozen night that surrounds them.

No wonder I’m afraid of saying “this is it, here I am.” No wonder I’m on a neverending climb and refuse to reach the end of the ladder. I’d rather jump off and start going up another one. I don’t want to reach the last rung and see now far below the stars my life is.

They are too far off and way too perfect. Anything I do will never match up to those standards.

Maybe I need to swap my stars for clouds.

Life Trivia [en]

My car is on the road again. With a grey metal bonnet. That’s not particularly pretty on a brown car, but it keeps it nice and warm.

Note to Grandma: tried to call, nobody answered. Alive and well, tired and very busy, expect me over for a couple of days in a week. Love, Steph.

Weirdo [en]

Nobody said anything, but the mirror sent back a strange reflection: she doesn’t drink (or very little, says she doesn’t like it), doesn’t smoke (never-never, cigarettes nor pot), doesn’t have TV (she’s not “against” it, though), spent a year in India (no, she didn’t travel around, stayed “put” in one place), and prefers to go to bed early instead of finishing the evening out in a bar or night-club (ah ok, she’s recovering from a concussion).

Paris… [en]

…Il faudra repasser.

Pour apprivoiser une ville, j’aime flâner dans ses rues, me poser dans ses cafés, manger dans ses bistrots et baver devant les vitrines de ses magasins. Activités qui sont loin d’être compatibles avec mon état actuel.

Enfer et frustration, comme dirait quelqu’un de ma connaissance.

Light in my Life [en]

Those of you who know me well won’t believe it. Those of you who have visited my flat, even less.

I have actually replaced the bulb in the kitchen (yeah, I seem to have a hard time doing these little things). But more important, I have replaced the one in the bathroom.

That actually is a feat, because during the last year, I tried to unscrew the lamp from the wall at least four times – with various assistance. This time I just decided to give it a go (never mind if it breaks, it’s not working anyway)… and it worked!

So, be informed and rejoice: a candle is no longer necessary.