Just a lil' update, Attention! Other articles are not on date. Past things.

Just a lil' update, Attention! Other articles are not on date. Past things.

Les articles précédents sont anciennes. Parlant de goûts, de son et de vie reste toujours comme mis à jour ne changeant pas.
Bref, Je suis de retour en Suisse depuis quelques mois, je fume ma clope les matins, je sors, je suis re motivée. Comme ce que j'attendais.
Certes, les choses inattendues arrivent. Une bonne partie de mon temps est recouvert par mes pensés envahie par cette personne lorsque n'étant à mes côtés, ce qui me démotive un peu, mais pas négativement, on appelle ceci des sentiments pour autrui. Donc voilà, ceci juste pour dire que l'autre article sur moi voulant quitter "ce pays bien trop élevée en température" est périmée.
Spell-casper je te dédie cet article. En te remerciant pour ton "sacrifice" :P
See ya people!

# Posté le dimanche 22 novembre 2009 19:21

Nothing makes sens anymore...

Nothing makes sens anymore...
Feel like doing publicity. Levi's Jeans Publicity.
Buy or don't buy. Whatever.
For fun. Just Fun.
Pink flashy.
Glow.


Mes pensés son sur elle.

# Posté le vendredi 27 février 2009 09:36

Modifié le samedi 11 juillet 2009 02:43

"Straight thoughts. C'mon Elodie".

"Straight thoughts. C'mon Elodie".
Fuck you. My life is boring.
Seems empty even though it isn't.
I feel empty but sometimes suffocated by that shitty goudron de sa mère.
I want my life to be spice up.
I wanna wake up the morning with joy of living a new day full of motivating things to be done.
Even parties don't motivated me anymore. Not even getting high or tipsy or totally drunk motivates me. Not even sex.
Bordel, what's up with me?
I rather stay home and do nothing, just lay down on my bed and hope that time will die faster.
What's wrong with me?
Maybe lazyness taking over. That must be it. Or just part of the reason. No, lost faith; that must be it.
Damn, I actually do know what is missing in my life. Not guys but the new taste of a ****. Maybe that's it. Fuck it. I hate it. Why did I have to be like that? Why did I have to be half normal and half with those stupid kinds of attractions.
Bref, waiting to leave this hot country. I hate sweating.
I dream of smoking my cigarette in the early morning when it's still a bit cold and the air seems pure, devant chez moi. Devant l'entrée du batîment, à Lausanne, chez moi. Here, I don't call it "my home". I never wanted to live here; in Asia with my mother, half sister and step-father. Obligation. No choices. It's called shit.
I am half asian and kinda don't really like asians. The worst would be me dating an asian. Damn, quand j'y pense, almost happened. "Straight thoughts. C'mon Elodie".
This polluated country sucks. But the shopping is amazing. The Night Clubs are perfect too. But still.
I don't know what I want in my life. The reality of my life sucks. Let's hope que d'ici mon retour en Suisse, d'ici que je quitte la Thailande, ma vie sera motivante; pas que je préfère dormir malgré que des fêtes à ne pas ratés se produisent; avec des gens à etre motivé de voir et s'éclater avec. Ouai bref. Voilà quoi. My kind of nowadays life.
All I can do is wait.

# Posté le mercredi 04 février 2009 06:31

Modifié le samedi 11 juillet 2009 03:11

Me & my Reality

Me & my Reality
~Reality~
My life is a reality... Even though sometimes I wish it was just a dream or more a nightmare...
Like y'all I have a heart.
Like y'all I have feelings.
Like y'all I have a limited temper.
Like ya'll I have a character.
Like y'all, I hate stuff and love others.
Like y'all I have a style.
Like y'all I have tastes.
But unlike y'all I think differently. Maybe not for everything but it's hard to understand me most of the times.


I don't get easily attached. I don't care much for others. Only for those who took time to know me. And so, I would return care.
I hate showing my soft feelings. And for sure I have loads. But if I like you, you won't know it until I can't keep it for myself anymore. But once I do, I just can't stop.
I have a bad character [ et je l'assume ] that makes me lose my temper too easily which makes me wanna “rip” of heads.
I have my own style; a mixed of styles... Learn to know me and you'll see. But the best would be seeing me to get it.
I love stuff, just too many stuff. I like those who would come straight to me and tell what they really think.
I hate lots of stuff too. But what I hate the most are fake people with fake feelings and a fake talk. Hypocrites are one of them. Fakes.

Don't be blind, open your eyes and see the truth of what life is meant to be.
Life has its beautiful qualities making your life seem almost perfect sometimes but a life is not a life without its own depressing shit : Our fears.

Life is :
Nothing that wonderful and nothing that unbearable.
Nothing that horrible and nothing that special.
Nothing that loveable and nothing that hate able.
Nothing that beautiful and nothing that ugly
Nothing lasts an eternity and nothing is as you want it forever.
Nobody is with that somebody forever. Someone someday leaves.
Life is not that hard but neither is that easy...

Just Find, Recognize, Believe, Trust and Live with ... the Reality.
Because without it, you are just still in the air, dreaming, hoping or having a nightmare. Who knows.
Just see the truth, see in what kind of world you are breathing. Wake up. Open your eyes. Godammit. Stop being out.
And all this is just a part of life and it's my Reality

# Posté le mercredi 04 février 2009 07:16

Modifié le samedi 11 juillet 2009 03:23

Music

Music
What is music?
Music is a beat, a rhythm with words [lyrics], instrumentals and more...
Music is so much...
Music is life.
I like writing songs and poems. I like explaining my emotions with words and rhymes.
I listen to almost all kinds of music. I just don't like listening to old song of the generation before. I don't like Jazz nor opera musics.
RapCore would be my favorite but then again I listen to everything almost. Everything that fits well with my moods.
[Rap <french and american rap>, Hard core, R&B, Hip pop, Metal, Rock, Electro, Reaggeton, Visual key, ect... ]
When I'm sad I listen to music that makes me depress even more. When I'm excited and happy I listen to music that makes me jump out of my skin even more.
When I'm mad i listen to music that makes me worst and wanna "rip" out peoples head off.
"Bref bref" music makes my mood, shows my invisible emotions; without music I would be lame and boring with just no visible emotions, nothing interesting. I would just be standing there looking BLANK.

# Posté le samedi 07 février 2009 22:23

Modifié le samedi 11 juillet 2009 02:45