tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277450832009-02-22T21:47:56.072+01:00N'importenaquaaackPROUTlil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-259304842110430562009-02-11T12:54:00.003+01:002009-02-11T13:12:01.761+01:00Morceaux choisis.<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" >I read a lot - and no happy endings.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Book of Illusions</span>, Paul Auster.<br />"He will give his last dime to a beggar in the street, but will not be motivated by pity or compassion so much as by the poetry of the act in itself."<br />"No one can live without other people, David. It's just not possible.<br />Maybe not. But no one's never been me before. Maybe I'm the first one."<br /><br />Dead causes. Also.<br /><br />The speed, l'excitation. The wind in my face, the wind <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> make. Maker of winds.<br />And the head swinging slightly in the vapors of alcohol.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the other hand</span>, Chris Cleave.<br />"'Compromise, eh? Isn't it sad, growing up? You start off like Charlie. You start off thinking you can kill all the baddies and save the world. Then you get a little bit older, maybe Little Bee's age, and you realise that some of the world's badness is inside you, that maybe you're part of it. And then you get a little bit older still, and a little bit more comfortable, and you start wondering whether that badness you've seen in you is really that bad at all. You start talking about ten per cent.'<br />'Maybe that's just developing as a person, Sarah.'<br />I sighed, and looked out at little Bee.<br />'Well,' I said, 'maybe this is just a developing world.'"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Revolutionary Road</span> left only one, nagging question : qui est le plus faible, elle ou lui? Et le plus fort? Est-ce que c'est le même?<br />And <span style="font-style: italic;">Slumdog Millionaire</span> : <span style="font-weight: bold;">D. It was written.</span><br /><br />Morceaux d'échec.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-25930484211043056?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-9499450326292784672009-01-08T00:12:00.002+01:002009-01-24T11:07:02.805+01:00Inheritance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SXroObXlnfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l0c8DXsKCIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1953-2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SXroObXlnfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l0c8DXsKCIQ/s320/IMG_1953-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294799646489943538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Exigence</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > et</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Indulgence</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Quelque part, j'ai été très mal éduquée.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >C'est fini.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-949945032629278467?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-31022559348177401502008-12-08T12:25:00.002+01:002008-12-08T12:28:00.441+01:00Everyone so fucked up, I need to buy Bailey's.<br /><br />I've loft my left lense three times in two months, and I fear the moment when I'll be out of drugs.<br /><br />Dire Ceci pour Cacher tout Cela.<br /><br />I have only sunny pictures.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-3102255934817740150?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-12345292988806037702008-12-01T00:22:00.002+01:002008-12-01T00:23:13.580+01:00las<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">il est tard et la liste est longue, mais hier, nous avons rempli 98 cartons de nourriture. 98.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-1234529298880603770?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-46146419498384338682008-11-05T12:53:00.003+01:002008-11-05T12:56:01.328+01:00dreamlike"It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled - Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the <u>United</u> States of America."<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bify_I2GIik&amp;feature=related">full speech</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-4614641949838433868?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-67496927712015535102008-11-03T17:27:00.003+01:002008-11-04T16:26:33.991+01:00esCape<span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">In the books, world of fantasy and words of wisdom</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">In my bed, warm and soft</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">To the movie, the dark silence in my head</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">To Kérisol - eScape - to the Ocean</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Yet, I came back, and it was always me - sad, unwilling self.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">To escApe - from the struggles, from the roneos, from mum, my frail mum, from the sad evenings of my once cheerful family, and above all, from me.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SRBph2xtaiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vCXB3pw2M2M/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SRBph2xtaiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vCXB3pw2M2M/s320/IMG_1183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264823994756721186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-6749692771201553510?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-12247161578960994222008-10-13T17:51:00.002+02:002008-10-16T21:43:23.239+02:00Time's gone<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Crush a day between your two palms and anihilate it. Again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And as the hours are falling to pieces into my hands, the roofs of the city lay still beneath my eyes.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-1224716157896099422?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-89431104474526064262008-10-10T23:54:00.003+02:002008-10-10T23:57:42.208+02:00Mélancolil<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SO_Pfa-6-UI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/H96wORNKaIs/s1600-h/DSC_0646.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SO_Pfa-6-UI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/H96wORNKaIs/s400/DSC_0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255647428890786114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SO_PsX84eaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QVWmyRYxiV0/s1600-h/DSC_0655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SO_PsX84eaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QVWmyRYxiV0/s400/DSC_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255647651415226786" border="0" /></a>This would be... part of what I feel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-8943110447452606426?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-74674271071110138202008-09-10T12:35:00.003+02:002008-09-10T12:47:42.535+02:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Push the music louder and Dance.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-7467427107111013820?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-68772793424290913112008-08-31T00:06:00.002+02:002008-08-31T00:09:23.480+02:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: times new roman;">Mon frère est parti se bourrer et j'aurais aimé faire de même.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: times new roman;">Jme suis servie une rasade de bayley's dans une tasse bleu trop cool, et jvais me faire un rail de grey's anatomy. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: times new roman;">pardon mica</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: times new roman;">rien de grave, jvais aller souvent au resto, stout. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-6877279342429091311?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-41651838582708323052008-07-04T14:36:00.000+02:002008-07-04T14:39:11.846+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SG4ZuqNPTQI/AAAAAAAAAII/4IXgPl66eA0/s1600-h/20.10.05+152.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SG4ZuqNPTQI/AAAAAAAAAII/4IXgPl66eA0/s320/20.10.05+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137307563478274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >petit ressort contre le mur pour que le jouet amuse</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-4165183858270832305?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-668584543634033892008-06-16T22:20:00.002+02:002008-06-16T22:22:05.786+02:00Viva Patafix! (2)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SFbLVPOW7vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nXlaKVYQWXc/s1600-h/20.10.05+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SFbLVPOW7vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nXlaKVYQWXc/s400/20.10.05+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212577184452374258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">J'ai même racheté de la Patafix...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-66858454363403389?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-58246094299993441632008-06-04T00:28:00.005+02:002008-06-04T00:36:26.217+02:00Le cynisme des Etats face à la réalité de la crise alimentairePar <a href="http://rue89.com/riverain/rue89-edito" title="Voir le profil utilisateur.">Rue89 Edito</a> | 03/06/2008 | 08H23<div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="info-bar clear-block"> </div> <!-- google_ad_section_start --><p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Dans le théâtre de la diplomatie mondiale, Rome est mardi l’endroit où il faut être. La capitale italienne accueille en effet le sommet mondial de l’alimentation, prévu de longue date, mais auquel la récente vague d’émeutes de la faim dans des capitales du monde en développement a soudain donné un caractère d’urgence. Ils seront donc tous présents pour la photo de famille, au chevet d’une planète qui redécouvre le mot “faim”. </p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Etrange sommet, au demeurant, puisque Nicolas Sarkozy y croisera des dizaines d’autres chefs d’Etat, dont certains pestiférés comme le zimbabwéen Robert Mugabe, pourtant responsable des problèmes alimentaires dans son pays, ou l’Iranien Mahmoud Ahmadinejad qui s’est invité tout seul.</p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Mais l’indécence n’est pas tant la présence de ces personnages contestés, que l’hypocrisie internationale sur le sujet. Le sommet débouchera sur une grande déclaration d’intentions, mais aucun engagement précis, déplorait le rapporteur spécial de l’ONU sur le droit à l’alimentation -car c’est un droit reconnu internationalement-, le Belge <a href="http://rue89.com/2008/05/05/le-droit-a-lalimentation-est-un-droit-de-lhomme-fondamental?page=1" target="_blank">Olivier de Schutter</a>. Et d’appeler à aller au-delà des mesures d’urgence en réinvestissant massivement dans l’agriculture, en particulier en Afrique, clé de l’avenir.</p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Trop d’intérêts sont en jeu dans cette équation agricole: d’abord ceux des agrocarburants entrés en concurrence frontale avec l’alimentation, ceux des agriculteurs protégés des pays du Nord, ou encore ceux des spéculateurs qui profitent de la situation de crise pour accroître leurs profits.</p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Plus grave encore, à côté de ces urgences conjoncturelles qui affectent principalement les villes, il existe une sous-alimentation structurelle, principalement en Afrique et dans le sous-continent indien, qui tue chaque année entre 2 et 5 millions d’enfants de moins de trois ans. C’est-à-dire entre 5000 et 13000 enfants qui meurent chaque jour. Médecins sans frontières, qui est entré en guerre contre ce phénomène, souligne qu’il est parfaitement identifié et cerné, et que les solutions existent: une nouvelle génération d’aliments thérapeutiques jugés très efficaces. Or, selon MSF, seuls 3% des cas de malnutrition sévère reçoivent un traitement adapté.</p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Il y aura, autour de la table du sommet de Rome, les représentants des pays qui disposent des technologies et des entreprises capables d’agir, il y aura les représentants des pays pétroliers qui ont vu leurs revenus gonfler en centaines de milliards de dollars. Et il y aura des organisations du système des Nations Unies dont c’est la mission d’éradiquer la faim.</p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Et pourtant, faute de leadership et de volonté politique, il y a peu de chances de se tromper à pronostiquer que ce sommet ne permettra pas de traiter ne serait-ce qu’une petite partie du problème qui serait de sauver ces enfants. Dans le cynisme des relations internationales, on se contentera d’une belle photo de famille et de vagues promesses.</p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>Pierre Haski</strong></p> <p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><strong>► Edito diffusé mardi 3 juin</strong> sur Europe1. Retrouvez l'édito de Pierre Haski tous les mardi et jeudi à 7h42 sur Europe1, et en podcast en <a href="http://www.europe1.fr/grilleProgramme/grille-programmes-radio" target="_blank">cliquant ici</a>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-5824609429999344163?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-86603407645288625282008-06-03T00:36:00.000+02:002008-06-03T00:38:06.215+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SER2O-E22SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-UmCcyMgWM4/s1600-h/20.10.05+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SER2O-E22SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-UmCcyMgWM4/s400/20.10.05+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207417068700752162" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-8660340764528862528?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-80660979291417346792008-05-24T23:35:00.002+02:002008-05-24T23:37:02.202+02:00Viva Patafix!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SDiKUAoZdCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/24mq2Uji1yk/s1600-h/IMG_0691.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SDiKUAoZdCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/24mq2Uji1yk/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204061445798065186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">These are my toilets. Come and see it</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-8066097929141734679?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-64063601603304957722008-05-20T23:18:00.002+02:002008-05-20T23:21:05.523+02:0098J'ai relu des vieux posts. de mai à novembre 2006 exactement.<br />Je n'écris plus, quasiment jamais. je ne griffone plus. je ne post plus de textes, marrants, déjantés, déprimés. C'est comme si on avait dépleuplé ma tête de mots. Vide.<br />Dommage.<br /><br />Et je m'ennuie. Vive la p2.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-6406360160330495772?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-5725319875919017622008-05-07T15:52:00.003+02:002008-05-07T15:56:02.004+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;">J'ai pris ma douche au soleil, j'en ai foutu partout, c'était divin.<br />J'ai lu 5h30 de suite, 5 de trop.<br />J'ai l'impression d'avoir déjà écrit ce post des milliers de fois.<br />Cette aprèm, je vais faire chauffer la carte bleue.<br /><br />Et je devrais faire mal aux gens plus souvent.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-572531987591901762?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-44537390021403492612008-04-20T11:09:00.005+02:002008-04-20T11:16:46.113+02:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKKNBUMy0II&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKKNBUMy0II&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SAsJvYZONuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lc893yHiYNw/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SAsJAoZONrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XRFZW77MZzc/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191252901922485938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SAsI1oZONqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RZ6Za3F5KhU/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SAsI1oZONqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RZ6Za3F5KhU/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191252712943924898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SAsIlIZONpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6pgrOR4PktY/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/SAsIlIZONpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6pgrOR4PktY/s400/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191252429476083346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-4453739002140349261?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-45695959407838901662008-03-28T11:22:00.003+01:002008-03-28T11:25:51.167+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/R-zHPmjtsFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vqnf0KiBGLg/s1600-h/IMG_1872.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/R-zHPmjtsFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vqnf0KiBGLg/s200/IMG_1872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182736342058905682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Not everyone can afford to be romantic.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-4569595940783890166?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-61773812327484610602008-03-18T19:12:00.002+01:002008-03-18T19:14:25.878+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/R-AGU0RUkEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4t_GrGUXs3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/R-AGU0RUkEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4t_GrGUXs3Y/s400/IMG_0656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179146526174515266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" >J'ai pas beaucoup de mots.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-6177381232748461060?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-47454994118251110922008-03-14T23:31:00.003+01:002008-03-14T23:56:55.949+01:00Tsais que c'est des études longues et difficiles..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/R9r9R0RUkDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nnBwrEpYVSc/s1600-h/IMG_0468bis.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/R9r9R0RUkDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nnBwrEpYVSc/s400/IMG_0468bis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177729204146704434" border="0" /></a><br />J'ai peur de pas être à la hauteur. A ma hauteur.<br />Grand-père m'a jamais manqué autant que cette année.<br /><br /><br />je merdouille trop ces temps ci.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-4745499411825111092?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-28340801923661528862008-02-22T00:00:00.003+01:002008-02-22T00:08:22.400+01:00Mon vélo, ma plume et mon chat.<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Mon vélo, ma plume et mon chat.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;">C'est comme de très vieux potes, they'll give you a lift, rien que par leur présence. Comme des très vieux très bons potes, sauf qu'on ne s'engueule jamais avec eux. Et puis ils sont à demeure, toujours dispos. Quand ils sont perdus, devant le cinéma, cassé ou abandonné, c'est panique à bord. Jsuis juste désemparée. En fait, c'est des chauferettes de mon petit moi.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;">On peut pas discuter avec eux, alors je préfère mes potes, mais quand même, mon vélo, ma plume et mon chat... c'est pas n'importe quoi.</span><br /><br />C'étaient deux très très mauvaises journées.<br />J'ai passé la soirée avec Pierre, devant la Nouvelle Star. Et dans les intervalles de pub, il entonnait à pleine voix une paillarde de son invention. Top mortel :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-2834080192366152886?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-70299385947589335992008-02-15T23:50:00.006+01:002008-02-16T00:12:21.896+01:00rAncUne<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejEVczA8PLU&amp;rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejEVczA8PLU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">sté pas juste de mettre </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">everybody hurts</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">. et de me dire de pas m'inquiéter. de jamais me dire.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Il y a une chanson qui va avec </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">everybody hurts</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> : </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">with a little help from my friends</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" >Je ne ris pas assez, il faudra y remédier. je suis trop sensible, trop seule, trop morcelée, trop grande gueule. trop.<br />je fuis dans les livres et le travail, le ciné. j'apprend, un peu de tout. L'incroyable chacun-pour-soi de 4 minutes.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Jvous fais confiance, les gens, tous, avec toutes vos différences. Zavez une sacré force de caractère, chacun (ce n'est pas le même chose que du caractère), surtout toi, petit démon.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Jvais connaître un maximum de gens en école l'année prochaine ^v^</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">A votre entière disposition</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Même si je ne suis utile qu'à la chèvre.....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-7029938594758933599?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-28109020671025461582008-02-10T18:32:00.000+01:002008-02-10T18:41:51.619+01:00remember girls, it's much easier to create pain than to witness it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-2810902067102546158?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27745083.post-86912637214160221602008-02-10T16:20:00.001+01:002008-02-10T16:23:14.675+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/R68W18PBsLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/q-Lb0lAk7Ak/s1600-h/IMG_0651.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rOCBBXoaF-Y/R68W18PBsLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/q-Lb0lAk7Ak/s400/IMG_0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165372413575278770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's a sunny day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27745083-8691263721416022160?l=quaaackland.blogspot.com'/></div>lil'lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07981253535338877604noreply@blogger.com3