There are days where you work and go to class and hang out with friends for coffee. Everything's fine, you have a good day and when night time comes you just head home, thinking about your day and paying attention to the snow on the ground because it's slippery. It's normal.
But then, of course, something happens... you turn right on keats, ride your bikey bike in order to go home, climb that tiny hill and there HE is, this dude. So he starts waving at me and I take off my headphones... He then goes "Do you look like me"... I manage to pronounce an hesitant "no", not really knowing what to say to this troubled looking dude... He then goes on "cause if I look like you or blablablablabla " yeah my brain switched to defense mode and I'm like where is my kubaton (yeah my self-defense weapon...) SO my mind switched to defense and then I hit back reality and I was still riding but slowly when he finally says "I'll kill you" OK. He then stares at me and starts laughing, but mad laughing a mwahahaha in a CRAZY tone.
... I start moving back to my track and I'm still worried about the dude. I don't know if he's alright and I don't want to leave someone who might need help. Therefore I ask the guy "Are you ok" and then he goes mad real mad starts spinning and says "No, what the fuck man" so I just did not want to stand there more... And I'm glad I was on my bikey bike!!
Freaky encounters in the loo...
PS: the guy was wearing a yellow shirt, greyish jacket, roots sweatpants. He's a blond guy 1.75 / 1.80 cm skinny fit. BEWARE!
Have a good night
Coleeeeeeny out ==>
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Mele kalikimaka is a thing to say...
As we all are sharing our time today with the ones we love either in thoughts or physically, I just wanted to wish you all a merry christmas on this bright day.
Enjoy your turkey dinner, your foie gras and coquille saint-jacques!
I'm giving virtual hugs to the ones overseas and thousands of Santa kisses from Canada!
Love you ;)
Enjoy your turkey dinner, your foie gras and coquille saint-jacques!
I'm giving virtual hugs to the ones overseas and thousands of Santa kisses from Canada!
Love you ;)
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| Enjoyin' coffee and Bailey's on a Xmas morning |
Friday, December 23, 2011
It's that time of the year...
It is indeed that time of the year where everyone feels like wearing their tacky christmas sweater. It's that time of the year where you drink hot chocolate with ramarshwmallllow (pretending to eat my marshmallow while writing). It's that time of the year where one can smell clementine. It's that time of the year where you gather with friends after a final race for the end of the term. It's that time of the year where you wanna share everything: time, love, friendship, gifts...
The tree is ready, stockings are filled, packages to be wrapped, Christmas sweater on, Christmas movie on, cinnamon candle on, everything surrounding us is bright, enlightening and heart-warming.
Last friday was our christmas dinner, friends at home, fondue on the stove, pinata stuffed with candies and not-so-candies like gifts, gifts and Elf. Christmas is about that, not about going to the mall and buying, no I'm just coming back from there and seeing people rushing... This is not my christmas. My christmas is about sending people letters and packages that will make their heart go wwwwweeeeeeeee up and down booom booom boooom, eyes filled with stars of happiness and surprise: this is christmas.
When you can touch someone, with a word, with an attention, with an invitation, it's all that matters.
There are two things in Canada, (good and bad): the malls and the family time.
On my way back home, I caught myself looking and laughing at kids falling over and over on the ice rink, uptown waterloo. This was one of my favorite moment today. Looking at that little girl, trying to ice-skate, with her brother and her mommy. Canada: where the kids know how to ice-skate before walking. This moment was what I preferred compared to the comments I could hear in the mall: "What can I buy him/her? What do you think she/he will like?" Use your brain or at least your heart, not your wallet... These tow kids were just enjoying their moment. We, adults, sometimes forget how to enjoy Christmas, but we can learn again...
So I hope everyone will enjoy their sharing time, it's not about pretending who you want to be or who you think people think you are. It's about family, good times, fun times. It's about sharing what you know will make the other happy. It's deeper than just exchanging gifts, it's about our time together separated, away or together.
Merry Christmas everyone : Love From Canada
Coleeeeeny out ==>
The tree is ready, stockings are filled, packages to be wrapped, Christmas sweater on, Christmas movie on, cinnamon candle on, everything surrounding us is bright, enlightening and heart-warming.
Last friday was our christmas dinner, friends at home, fondue on the stove, pinata stuffed with candies and not-so-candies like gifts, gifts and Elf. Christmas is about that, not about going to the mall and buying, no I'm just coming back from there and seeing people rushing... This is not my christmas. My christmas is about sending people letters and packages that will make their heart go wwwwweeeeeeeee up and down booom booom boooom, eyes filled with stars of happiness and surprise: this is christmas.
When you can touch someone, with a word, with an attention, with an invitation, it's all that matters.
There are two things in Canada, (good and bad): the malls and the family time.
On my way back home, I caught myself looking and laughing at kids falling over and over on the ice rink, uptown waterloo. This was one of my favorite moment today. Looking at that little girl, trying to ice-skate, with her brother and her mommy. Canada: where the kids know how to ice-skate before walking. This moment was what I preferred compared to the comments I could hear in the mall: "What can I buy him/her? What do you think she/he will like?" Use your brain or at least your heart, not your wallet... These tow kids were just enjoying their moment. We, adults, sometimes forget how to enjoy Christmas, but we can learn again...
So I hope everyone will enjoy their sharing time, it's not about pretending who you want to be or who you think people think you are. It's about family, good times, fun times. It's about sharing what you know will make the other happy. It's deeper than just exchanging gifts, it's about our time together separated, away or together.
Merry Christmas everyone : Love From Canada
Coleeeeeny out ==>
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Whaaaaaaat : illegal immigrant
On this day, known as the 22nd of December, I'm officially considered as an illegal immigrant in the states....ooooooops my mistake.
Let me rewind a bit... In September, after having been stuck and wandering around Buffalo I was able to go to Canada. However, I had to go back to the States for my friends' wedding and I had my visa waiver in order... Then, after the wedding weekend, I went back home, with a relaxed mind. I was at the border (finally) getting my study permit and did not really take into account that Visa waiver... should have I guess.
Hours, days, weeks, months go by and we're today or maybe a tiny bit earlier, we're yesterday. Chillin', smokin' shisha with R, catchin' up on what's new and what happened, talking about our travels and then it hits me hard in the face like a Maple Leaf's puck : I forgot to surrender my I-94W form.
I start freaking out, just a bit, you know the states are not the most heart-warming persons and welcoming in terms of immigration. I started researching methods of not being considered illegal or having over-stayed my visa... and of course the internet is great and offered me the answer on a plate. I just needed to send the green paper (not a green card of course) to a specific address with, however, a whole bunch of evidence, proof of your residence in a different country: debit or credit card receipts, bills, contracts, passports, tickets OOooo MMmmm GEeeee. What else a coffee topped with milk foam and chocolate powder??? Ok, on my way to school to scan all the necessary documents, a letter of explanation with my information and I'm all set to send them the evidence that of course I'm not an illegal immigrant ;)
I guess I'd do the same if it was to prove that I was a legal immigrant.
Express post and hopefully next time I'm going to the states I'll have to be a billion nicer than what I should (just in case that they have it in my record, since they already have my picture and finger prints XXXX)
So from now on, I will definitely let them take the card before I go!
Coleeeeeeny out ===>
Let me rewind a bit... In September, after having been stuck and wandering around Buffalo I was able to go to Canada. However, I had to go back to the States for my friends' wedding and I had my visa waiver in order... Then, after the wedding weekend, I went back home, with a relaxed mind. I was at the border (finally) getting my study permit and did not really take into account that Visa waiver... should have I guess.
Hours, days, weeks, months go by and we're today or maybe a tiny bit earlier, we're yesterday. Chillin', smokin' shisha with R, catchin' up on what's new and what happened, talking about our travels and then it hits me hard in the face like a Maple Leaf's puck : I forgot to surrender my I-94W form.
I start freaking out, just a bit, you know the states are not the most heart-warming persons and welcoming in terms of immigration. I started researching methods of not being considered illegal or having over-stayed my visa... and of course the internet is great and offered me the answer on a plate. I just needed to send the green paper (not a green card of course) to a specific address with, however, a whole bunch of evidence, proof of your residence in a different country: debit or credit card receipts, bills, contracts, passports, tickets OOooo MMmmm GEeeee. What else a coffee topped with milk foam and chocolate powder??? Ok, on my way to school to scan all the necessary documents, a letter of explanation with my information and I'm all set to send them the evidence that of course I'm not an illegal immigrant ;)
I guess I'd do the same if it was to prove that I was a legal immigrant.
Express post and hopefully next time I'm going to the states I'll have to be a billion nicer than what I should (just in case that they have it in my record, since they already have my picture and finger prints XXXX)
So from now on, I will definitely let them take the card before I go!
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| US : I want to be in order (I am, I'm in Canada) |
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| Ze paper in question |
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
This is an announcement...
« I have had quite enough ! Since the moment I fell down that rabbit hole, I’ve been told what I must do and who I must be. I’ve been shrunk, stretched, scratched and stuffed into a teapot. I’ve been accused of being Alice and of not being Alice. »
Ooooh Deleuze, I'm now over you, dissertation done, and please let me not repeat it. However, you know that feeling... the one that surfaces once your done... It's just like that, well I'm done, but I can still feel the presence of it and I can't help it but having to look at it, to think about it... I'm haunted by this dissertation. Well at least, I can say I'm haunted by Alice and it's pretty much enjoyable.
Least to say : what's next... Renaissance, pedagogy and then the term will be over. Two weeks of death, two weeks of pure intensity, my brain is electrically as productive as a nuclear station. I guess it could be a good idea to plug human beings...
In addition to our continuous process of thoughts or thinking, we debate a lot (we being not me and my thoughts but friends and I) : "la philosophie deleuzienne normalement n'est vraiment pas associée à la littérature de jeunesse" is that right, maybe not, let's rephrase it a bit..................
Oooh and of course the corrections, best moment ever, because of the discovery of treasures, once written and forgotten, or maybe not.... One of these treasures: "Je me jette les déchets dans les pourboires" That sounds correct, but not coherent... She must have had a different perspective then.
After this week will come the time of christmas parties, reunions, dinners, gatherings and gifts' exchanges... That's why I will have to leave you for now on, I have to prepare surprises for loved ones....
On a christmas party, I once had to hold a baby:
Coleeeeeeny out ======>
Ooooh Deleuze, I'm now over you, dissertation done, and please let me not repeat it. However, you know that feeling... the one that surfaces once your done... It's just like that, well I'm done, but I can still feel the presence of it and I can't help it but having to look at it, to think about it... I'm haunted by this dissertation. Well at least, I can say I'm haunted by Alice and it's pretty much enjoyable.
Least to say : what's next... Renaissance, pedagogy and then the term will be over. Two weeks of death, two weeks of pure intensity, my brain is electrically as productive as a nuclear station. I guess it could be a good idea to plug human beings...
In addition to our continuous process of thoughts or thinking, we debate a lot (we being not me and my thoughts but friends and I) : "la philosophie deleuzienne normalement n'est vraiment pas associée à la littérature de jeunesse" is that right, maybe not, let's rephrase it a bit..................
Oooh and of course the corrections, best moment ever, because of the discovery of treasures, once written and forgotten, or maybe not.... One of these treasures: "Je me jette les déchets dans les pourboires" That sounds correct, but not coherent... She must have had a different perspective then.
After this week will come the time of christmas parties, reunions, dinners, gatherings and gifts' exchanges... That's why I will have to leave you for now on, I have to prepare surprises for loved ones....
On a christmas party, I once had to hold a baby:
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| "Soft kitty warm kitty, little bowl of fur, Happy kitty sleepy kitty pur pur pur" |
Coleeeeeeny out ======>
Friday, December 9, 2011
Scrunch scrunch scrunch....
It's that time of the year again when you love dressing up... to walk in the snow.
Snow boots on, bright pink coat, scarf, gloves, glasses, double trousers, and BIKE. This morning, it was a nice ride to school, in the snow, feeling freshened up because of the air and because of the whiteness of the landscape.
Winter is finally there, and I wonder how people in France can live without the snow. I love being cold with the snow: not without. It makes more sense to have winter with fun times whereas just having a greyhish winter, thanks but no thanks.
The sound of snow cracking or squishing under your shoes is also unique and joyful. Silence surrounds the place but the only sound you can distinguish in that silence is your scrunch scrunch scrunch as you walk...
Just so you can see :
Snow boots on, bright pink coat, scarf, gloves, glasses, double trousers, and BIKE. This morning, it was a nice ride to school, in the snow, feeling freshened up because of the air and because of the whiteness of the landscape.
Winter is finally there, and I wonder how people in France can live without the snow. I love being cold with the snow: not without. It makes more sense to have winter with fun times whereas just having a greyhish winter, thanks but no thanks.
The sound of snow cracking or squishing under your shoes is also unique and joyful. Silence surrounds the place but the only sound you can distinguish in that silence is your scrunch scrunch scrunch as you walk...
Just so you can see :
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| A view from the office |
Thursday, December 8, 2011
To be continued....
Well stories never really start but when they do, we tend to think they will have an end, this one does not it's just an ever to be continued process, never separated from when it started and never ending...
Anyways, after having been stuck for the past few months at the border.... NOOOOOO, of course not! After looping up and down with the immigration, running from one place to the other, getting papers and authorizations, I was finally able to get to Canada and me Home ;)
Ever since then, life has been pretty casual, punctuated with our customary celebrations and parties, dinners, lectures, essays, exams... One thing for sure is that one day I'll publish a book as I told J with her sentences, just a few as an intro here:
"I just puked a little in my mouth"(context = burping)
"I just had a pois chiche and it was amazing" (context = Mongolian grill no pois chiche in her selection => SURPRISE for her taste buds)
"Tu as dit chatte ou chiotte" (contexte = someone having seen a lot of them) The face was pretty epic
"T'es loffe"
PS: J I hope you'll recognize yourself and PPS: I will definitely make a christmas book quotes out of it!!!
SOME PIX of what happened now and then around here
COLEEEEENY OUT ====>
Anyways, after having been stuck for the past few months at the border.... NOOOOOO, of course not! After looping up and down with the immigration, running from one place to the other, getting papers and authorizations, I was finally able to get to Canada and me Home ;)
Ever since then, life has been pretty casual, punctuated with our customary celebrations and parties, dinners, lectures, essays, exams... One thing for sure is that one day I'll publish a book as I told J with her sentences, just a few as an intro here:
"I just puked a little in my mouth"(context = burping)
"I just had a pois chiche and it was amazing" (context = Mongolian grill no pois chiche in her selection => SURPRISE for her taste buds)
"Tu as dit chatte ou chiotte" (contexte = someone having seen a lot of them) The face was pretty epic
"T'es loffe"
PS: J I hope you'll recognize yourself and PPS: I will definitely make a christmas book quotes out of it!!!
SOME PIX of what happened now and then around here
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| Chillin' |
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| Pumpkin search |
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| HALLOWEEN 2011 |
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| Gandalf's pumpkin carvin' |
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| ROOMIES 4 XMAS |
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| Awkward family portrait... no AWESOME |
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| P's 25th |
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| Chillin' on the roof 26/11/2011 |
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