tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79984213551810856712024-02-20T19:17:06.719+01:00I want more than words can describeAlizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-51357153326686270752010-04-17T10:44:00.001+02:002010-04-17T10:44:55.742+02:00<a href="http://tickers.doctissimo.fr/" title="Créez votre ticker événement personnalisé sur ticker.doctissimo.fr"><br /><img border="0" alt="Partiels 2nds pôles c'est dans 20 jours" src="http://tickers.doctissimo.fr/make2.php?who=&button=perso&fond_ticker=ruler_14_007.jpg&tick_ticker=ico_14_016.png&jour=7&mois=5&annee=2010&tkr_type=privee&inputtexte=Partiels 2nds pôles&nombebe="><br /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://tickers.doctissimo.fr/" title="Créez votre ticker événement personnalisé sur ticker.doctissimo.fr"><br /><img border="0" alt="Partiels 2nd semestre c'est dans 2 mois et 6 jours" src="http://tickers.doctissimo.fr/make2.php?who=&button=perso&fond_ticker=ruler_14_022.jpg&tick_ticker=ico_14_028.png&jour=21&mois=6&annee=2010&tkr_type=privee&inputtexte=Partiels 2nd semestre&nombebe="><br /></a>Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-3882816784240139072010-04-07T23:31:00.002+02:002010-04-07T23:31:55.441+02:00RSI just wanted to say that you changed my life. You changed me. You may very well be the person I'll tell my children about.Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-76383217501919526472010-01-04T10:33:00.008+01:002010-01-04T11:18:29.926+01:00100 movies<span style="font-weight:bold;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} p {mso-margin-top-alt:auto; margin-right:0cm; mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; margin-left:0cm; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tableau Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> 100. Paris, Je T’Aime <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">99. Les Chansons d’Amour<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">98. Hairspray (1988)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title -->97. Sweet November <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title -->96. Fahrenheit 9/11<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">95. Speak<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title -->94. In the Land of Women<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title -->93. Good Luck Chuck<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">92. New Moon<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title --> 91. Tristan + Isolde<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"> 90. Just Like Heaven<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title --> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">89. The Girl Next Door<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">88. The Jane Austen Book Club<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">87. Away We Go<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">86. Toy Story<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">85. Love and Other Disasters<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">84. Imagine You and Me<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title -->83. Irresistible Alfie<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">82. Marions-les!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><!-- entry-title --> 81. District 9<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;"> 80. Before Sunrise<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title -->79. Tais-toi!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">78. Before Sunset<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">76. Shrek
<br />77. The Proposal<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title -->75. Little Miss Sunshine<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">74. The Ugly Truth
<br />73. Picture this<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">72. Les Regrets<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">71. 2 Days in Paris<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">70. Naissance des Pieuvres<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title -->69. Sunshine Cleaning<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">68. I love you, Man<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title -->67. Million Dollar Baby<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">66. (500) days of summer<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">65. L’Auberge Espagnole<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">
<br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">64. Music and Lyrics<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">63. Là-haut<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">62. The Thomas Crown Affair (‘68 version)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">61. Inglorious Basterds<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title -->60. Largo Winch <a name="entry4198742"></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://www.43things.com/entries/view/4198742"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-GB">59. A lot like Love</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> <span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><!-- entry-title -->58. Jusqu’à toi<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">57. Save the last dance 2<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">56. Ice Age 3<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title -->55. Yes Man<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">54. Une semaine sur deux (et la moitié des vacances scolaires)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://www.43things.com/entries/view/4150048"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-GB">53. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> <span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title -->52. The Reader<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">51. Knocked Up<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a name="entry4127616"></a><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://www.43things.com/entries/view/4127616"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;" lang="EN-GB">50. Ghosts of Girlfriends Past</span></a></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> <span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title -->49. State of play<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><!-- entry-title -->48. The Hangover<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a name="entry4103644"></a><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://www.43things.com/entries/view/4103644"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">47. Les beaux gosses</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><!-- entry-title --><!-- entry-title -->46. L’Odyssée de l’Amour<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">45. Last kiss<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><!-- entry-title -->44. What Happens in Vegas<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">43. A Complete History of My Sexual Failures<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">42. The Boat That Rocked<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">41. Coco avant Chanel<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">40. 17 Again<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">39. He’s just not that into you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">38. An Inconvenient Truth<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">37. Death at a Funeral<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">36. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><a name="entry4014433"></a><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">35. Atonement <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">34. Forgetting Sarah Marshall<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">33. Monsters, Inc.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">32. Nick and Norah’s infinite playlist<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">31. First Daughter
<br />30. Save the Last Dance<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;">29. Juno<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><a name="entry3986663"></a><span style="font-family: Arial;">28. Chéri <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">27. Super Size Me
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<br />15. Slumdog Millionnaire<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">14. Vicky Cristina Barcelona
<br />13. Young @ Heart<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p><a name="entry3889210"></a><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">12. Bullets or Ballots <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB">11. Pride and Prejudice
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<br /> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </span>Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-20299089806157271582009-12-28T21:05:00.001+01:002009-12-28T21:06:37.585+01:00I just wanted to say:<br /><br />When he said I was going to meet people I didn't even think existed, I never thought it would be you.Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-21622977789853657632009-12-22T19:14:00.001+01:002009-12-22T19:14:59.112+01:00You said I was great<p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">little prince,</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">it is dark and pictures are flashing on the big, glossy screen in front of us and i pretend i know what’s going on in the movie and i pretend i’m not wondering what you’re thinking and i pretend i’m not begging for your elbow to do that annoying thing where it takes all of the armrest and leaves none for me. i’m pretending i don’t want to be one of those people who sits in movie theatres just kissing and i’m pretending i don’t want you to do the cheesy thing where you yawn and put your arm around me.<br /><br /> i call you pretentious, but i’m a little hypocrite. can you do that yawning thing now please?</span></p> <p style="font-style: italic;"><br /></p> <p style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">if you are reading this: you are loved. you are lovely and you are loved.</span></span> </p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">end. of. story.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I don’t want to freak you out, but I love you more than anyone or anything. I used to think I was shy, but I think I’m just not used to anyone as wonderful as you yet.</p> <div style="font-family: arial;" class="regular"> <p><span style="font-size:78%;">you,</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:78%;">when i was sipping your french vanilla coffee, i couldn’t help but think that my lips were touching the same spot yours did.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:78%;">— me</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">YOU ARE NOW AWARE THAT IT IS DECEMBER, 22TH AND YOU </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" >DIDN'T</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> ACCOMPLISH NOTHING THIS YEAR.</span></span><br /></p> <p><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /></p> </div>Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-33331296503674434922009-12-10T18:22:00.001+01:002009-12-10T18:22:32.232+01:00It's like this constant elephant sitting right on your shoulders and you and only you can see and FEEL it. It's so heavy that it changes the way you speak and your ability to smell. Everything you see is a little cloudy, except for him of course. He's the clearest thing in the world. The only thing that makes sense, and the only problem is that he didn't get the memo. The note that we were supposed to be together. It's that simple. So now you're there...where? wherever. It doesn't matter, he goes everywhere with you in form of memories and heartache.Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-80686831103697094412009-12-03T22:45:00.001+01:002009-12-03T22:45:13.470+01:00Just got this on mysterygoogleI. LOVE. YOU. You are an amazing person. Never change.Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-49474149619578676272009-10-29T21:32:00.005+01:002009-11-02T13:23:22.418+01:00Lundi :<br />- Acquisition des polys<br />- Sclérose en Plaques<br /><br />Mardi:<br />- Tout ce qui touchait de près ou de loin à la méningite<br /><br />Mercredi:<br />- Maladie de Parkison et ses dg différentiels<br />- Myasthénie<br /><br />Jeudi :<br />- Dg différentiels de la myasthénie<br />- Hémorragie méningée<br /><br />Vendredi:<br />- Les médicaments dopaminergiques<br />- Anatomo-pathologie neurologique<br /><br />Samedi/Dimanche:<br />- Le VIH<br />- Confusion chez le sujet âgé<br />- Syndrome de la queue de cheval<br />- Compression médullaire non traumatique<br />- Mouvements anormaux<br />- Orientation diagnostique devant un déficit moteur et/ou sensitif des membres<br /><br />Lundi:<br />- Evaluation de la gravité et recherche des complications précoces chez un traumatisé crânio-facialAlizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-50986887701925556512009-10-20T23:12:00.001+02:002009-10-20T23:12:47.877+02:00When you walked into my life<br />You completed my soulAlizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-19915846865515114302009-10-13T22:51:00.004+02:002009-10-13T23:06:19.286+02:00<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">i am yours. </span>and i think i have been yours from the moment i saw you across the street. i still get this feeling in my chest whenever i walk by this area.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i am yours </span>when you wake me up at night and can not go back to sleep.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i am yours </span>when we lay in bed together.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i am yours </span>when you pull out that "dimpled" smile of yours.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i am yours</span> when you take my glasses and put them on (but i can't even see you).<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i am yours</span> when you drive me nuts.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i am yours</span> when you tease me.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i am yours</span> when i drop everything off to see you.<br /><br />and sometimes (and by that, i mean all the time) i wish that you'd be mine.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are mine</span> when you take care of me in your very own way.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are mine</span> when you cook for me.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are mine</span> when i trust you.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are mine</span> when you say you want to see me.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are mine</span> when you share your meal with me.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are mine</span> when you lean on me.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are mine </span>when you don't care about what they think.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">you are mine </span>when i know you wouldn't tell anyone else.<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">you are mine </span>when you say i'm the best.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br />cr*p, i think <span style="font-style: italic;">i love you</span>. and not in a "ilu" way. real, plain <span style="font-style: italic;">i love you</span> that hurts and makes you feel great at the same time.<br />saying it out loud seems like the stupidest thing in the world but there it is.<br /></span>Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-26428524824159147572009-10-11T12:07:00.001+02:002009-10-11T12:08:25.405+02:00F*ck, mon type de personnalité a changé. Je suis soudain devenu whiny and needy.<br />Y aurait-il un rapport avec "l'adresse"?<br /><br />K. & B. (Non, pas Ken et Barbie) : tks.Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-47850246438108421212009-09-08T21:30:00.000+02:002009-09-08T21:31:24.078+02:00This is what I have always believed in<span style="font-weight: bold;">Henry:</span> Do you really think there is only one perfect mate?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonardo da Vinci:</span> As a matter of fact, I do.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Henry: </span>Well then how can you be certain to find them? And if you do find them, are they really the one for you or do you only think they are? And what happens if the person you’re supposed to be with never appears, or, or she does, but you’re too distracted to notice?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Leonardo da Vinci:</span> You learn to pay attention.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Henry:</span> Then let’s say God puts two people on Earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you’re supposed to be with or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them were walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first or, was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be?Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-60425885885890491922009-09-05T23:12:00.002+02:002009-09-05T23:12:54.667+02:00Uncle B.<span style="font-style: italic;">Nous sommes tous égaux, nous sommes tous des frères sur cette Terre.<br /></span><br />Ouais, bah y en a qui sont moins égaux que les autres! <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />** Lolo, je t'aime **<br /></span>Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-72534490017694917952009-09-01T19:40:00.003+02:002009-12-17T20:45:42.154+01:00J'aurai tout plein de trucs à raconter mais, pour le moment, je n'ai que ça sous la main.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />People give me compliments and I often act like nothing happened. Not because I'm trying to be a jerk, but because my brain actually sees thanking someone for a compliment as drawing attention to the compliment and thereby drawing attention to myself and drawing attention to myself would be self-centered and WHY THE HELL DOES MY BRAIN DO THIS WHY CAN'T SOMEONE SAY A NICE THING TO ME AND I JUST RESPOND LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING??!!?!</span>Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-13853303744171721212009-08-09T22:39:00.004+02:002009-08-21T09:24:54.870+02:00Quand t'es trop gentil ... t'es trop méchant<span style="font-style: italic;">I'm not saying this to hurt you, or because I want to leave you, because I don't. Meredith wasn't a fling. She wasn't revenge. I fell in love with her. That doesn't go away because I decided to stay with you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> It’s good that you’re trying. You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t the kind of person that was trying to make it work. Means I wasn’t wrong about you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">**Yes, I'm watching Grey's Anatomy. Again.**</span><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/pepi/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/pepi/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" />Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-2255917666782440972009-06-07T20:44:00.002+02:002009-06-09T19:24:48.461+02:00Sometimes, people are amazing.-----Email Message-----<br /><br />After the election, I started praying everyday for Barak Obama's safety.<br />I asked God to bless Obama, and then I prayed for my family.<br />I thought, who's more important than Obama?<br />Then I got cancer.<br />I have two daughters who already lost their father.<br />Still, I'm glad Obama is safe.<br /><br /><br />-----Email Message-----<br /><br />Now I pray for your safetyAlizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-44910626274846538012009-05-26T15:08:00.003+02:002009-06-09T19:25:09.498+02:00This brings tears to my eye . Every single time.<span style="font-style: italic;" class="original" lang="en">It's never too late — or in my case too early — to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit; stop whenever you want. You can change, or stay the same — there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.</span>Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-82020186655238216682009-05-17T22:35:00.002+02:002009-05-17T22:47:12.982+02:00.I am alone without you. Literally alone. Alone: with no-one. No-one.<br />Please, just call. Put me out of my misery. End this. Make it start.<br />They say each second could be the start of a new life; so please, make this second special. Make it the beginning of something new.<br /><br />J. : I can not believe you did not call before leaving. I never thought you'd just leave without making sure I was going to be good. Because that's what I do for you: I make sure you are alright; even when I can't possibly change the way things are.<br /><br />Oh. And there are two songs that are killing me right now.<br />Et maintenant, je pars prendre soin de mon chat. Because that's what I do. I take care of people.<br /><br /><br /><br />(But who takes care of me?)Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-87413778736660016712009-04-29T16:12:00.004+02:002009-04-29T22:40:54.395+02:00I picture him everywhere.a band that belongs to the world but fans believe that the music is for them alone.<br /><br />Ce que j'aime dans On Love, In Sadness, c'est l'urgence.<br /><br />A propos de Re: stacks (Bon Iver):<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- this song makes me ache... seriously</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Utterly devastating.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- cannot do anything else when this song is playing</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- I love this song in a possessive irrational way, it breaks and makes my heart over and over</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">- Quite simply incredible. One of those songs that comes around every now and then that makes you stop what you are doing, no matter what it is.</span><br />DAMN IT! I was thinking about "Passing Afternoon" by Iron & Wine ...<br /><br />So about her* :<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> - I feel like pulling my heart out of my chest when I hear this song</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> - Draws tears from my eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> - On infinite repeat.<br /><br /></span><span>I don't remember where I read this but </span><span style="font-style: italic;">"the last song of an album is supposed to make you cry".<br /></span>Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-74547090600745401082009-04-29T12:02:00.001+02:002009-06-09T19:25:38.164+02:00A shorty is very significant other of which we have noneAnd I can keep you eating out the palm of my hand<br />Because the dope that we smoked was grown on my landAlizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-25184722733490955152009-04-26T22:33:00.005+02:002009-04-26T22:37:04.413+02:00Ce n'est pas moi qui le dis mais ...Il y a plus de gens de 43things qui m'ont contactée cette semaine que de gens "de la vraie vie".<br />Une seule personne sait que je me suis blessée cette semaine.<br />I cried myself to sleep several times.<br />Et je suis profondément déçue par R. Il n'est plus ma "go to person".<br />I'm good at driving people away.Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-41203900197050145182009-04-15T22:38:00.004+02:002009-04-15T23:17:35.996+02:00Cut throat bitch. Wilson's Heart.Je viens de terminer la saison 4 de House M.D. Je ne voulais vraiment pas voir ces épisodes mais je n'ai pas pu résister. Ensuite, il ne faut pas lire si vous n'avez pas vu les épisodes. Ne me détestez pas s'il y a des spoilers.<br /><br /><br /><br />Attention,<br /><br /><br /><br />vous êtes prévenus.<br /><br /><br /><br />Je crois que la scène la plus difficile est l'<span style="font-style: italic;">au revoir</span> de Wilson. Il faut dire que j'aime, non, j'adore Wilson. J'adore le fait qu'il soit, au fond, quelqu'un de génial mais qu'il puisse avoir un ami comme House. Et là, c'était le côté sensible. Le côté émouvant de Wilson, celui qui n'a rien à voir avec House.<br />Pendant le regardage en famille de cet épisode, les larmes coulaient. Mais, surtout, mon ventre se nouait. Ou plutôt se secouait. A chaque nouvelle parole ou à chaque nouveau sanglot de Wilson, je me recroquevillais dans le canapé.<br />Des scènes, voire des épisodes, comme ça, ça fait penser à plein de trucs. Et ce qui revient le plus souvent, pour moi, c'est: <span style="font-style: italic;">voilà, il l'aime. Et elle meurt. Il ne faut pas se prendre la tête. Il faut vivre pour être heureux, avec quelqu'un (je crois que c'est surtout ça). Où est l'intérêt d'envoyer un texto comme ceci ou comme cela? Tu crois qu'i'm kiffe? Pourquoi jouer? Pourquoi tout calculer? </span><br />Et aussi, être heureux. La scène de House dans le bus, avec Amber. <span style="font-style: italic;">Je ne veux pas être malheureux. Ici, je ne souffre pas. Wilson va me haïr. Je joue sur le dégoût de soi.</span><br /><br />Comme quelqu'un l'a si justement écrit sur tvdotcom: [This is] <span style="font-style: italic;">The type of episode that rips you apart inside and leaves you feeling genuinely sorrowful and vulnerable. </span>Et, je viens de lire que: <span style="font-style: italic;">This time, there's no "life goes on" subtext anywhere.</span><br />Je crois qu'on s'est aussi tous demandé: à quoi l'Emmy pour Leonard? Et que tout le monde (ou presque) a remarqué la présence, au fond du bar, de Wilson pendant la stimulation cérébrale de House. Et le <span style="font-style: italic;">you do now</span> de Foreman; décidément, un excellent personnage.<br />Par contre, là où tout plein de gens ont souligné que House mettait sa vie en danger pour Wilson, je n'ai rien remarqué. Enfin, il avait déjà pris des substances pour stimuler sa mémoire, sachant très bien ce qu'il risquait donc la stimulation cérébrale était dans la continuité de ça. Et, encore une fois, contrairement à beaucoup de gens, j'ai préféré cette deuxième partie d'épisode à la première. Oui, Cuddy était charmante en écolière mais j'ai préféré l'émotion au "fouillis" dans House's Head.<br /><br />Bref. Encore une fois, je me rends compte qu'il est bien difficile de décrire ça ici. Au moins, j'aurai essayé. Bonne nuit à tous.Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-21326472409977821532009-04-07T23:39:00.004+02:002009-06-09T19:44:24.213+02:00(Titre à venir)<table style="width: 565px; height: 24px;"><tbody><tr><td rowspan="2"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Libellés pour ce message</span> : (par ex. : scooters, vacances, automne)<br /></td> <td style="white-space: nowrap;" width="1%"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Ro, allez, juste pour le plaisir:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Also, thank you very very much for bringing the cookies on the last day--it was quite generous of you to do so.</span><br /><br />Alors, en ce moment, c'est:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">- Fontanelle by Girls in Hawaii</span>: ça me rappelle la fin de la seconde, lorsque j'ai découvert ce groupe. Coup de coeur sur cette chanson à la première écoute, c'est rare. Oui mais quand ça arrive, c'est plutôt bon signe pour le morceau en question :)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">- After an Afternoon by Jason Mraz: </span>rien que pour le titre, déjà. Et les paroles, splendides. Et la fin "I am in love". Et "until all is lost into the beauty of the day". Toute cette perfection. P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-N.<br /><br />Et deux trucs rigolos de ce soir:<br />- Lio qui dit Merciiiii, Welcoommee. Oui, alors, c'est l'un ou l'autre.<br />- Et House (of course):<br /><b>Amber</b>: I like sex.<br /><b>House</b>: Then you can have it tonight. <i>The L Word</i> is on.Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-41263441714179269102009-03-23T14:37:00.002+01:002009-04-04T08:51:25.887+02:00Partial eclipse of a setting sunAh! C'est ce que j'ai toujours dit! (Ou voulu dire mais j'avais peur que l'on me juge).<br /><br /><span style="color:blue;">True love is friendship plus sexual attraction.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yessss !!!!! </span><br /></span>Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7998421355181085671.post-77527665423977834792009-03-20T19:08:00.008+01:002009-06-09T19:35:35.211+02:00Il y a bien trop de choses à dire, d'événements à raconter, de dires à répéter.<br />Ce qui me vient à l'esprit, là, c'est Damien. Sa version de "9 crimes" @ From the Basement est magnifique. Et pour reprendre un commentaire, à partir de 3:30 minutes, il y va à fond; puis le son s'évanouit, il se gratte le menton et s'en va. Voilà. Il donne, il dégage quelque chose de super puissant et ... s'en va. Rah, ça m'énerve, je n'arrive pas à expliquer ce que je ressens. Enfin, c'est le principe même de la musique mais même le mot "magnifique" ne suffit pas. Quand on écoute Damien, on a un noeud à l'estomac, on sent son coeur se mouvoir dans sa poitrine et on n'ose plus bouger. Enfin ... moi, j'ai ça. Mais je doute d'être la seule.<br /><br />J'adore voir la conversation <span style="font-style: italic;">moi, David (3) </span>dans Gmail. =)<br />Je voudrais pas faire genre je-m'y-connais-trop-en-musique mais ... si. En fait, y a un truc que j'adore dans les morceaux (et ma mère me dit que "bah ouai, tout le monde aime"), ce sont les "gammes chromatiques". J'appelle ça comme ça, mais ça doit pas être vraiment ça le mot. Faut juste écouter "Everybody's gotta learn sometimes" par Beck, vers <span style="font-style: italic;">3:21</span>. J'comprends juste pas pourquoi, dans le reste du morceau, y pas cette gamme dans le background. Pourquoi vouloir donner plus d'intensité sur ce refrain particulier? Pourquoi ne pas donner tout de suite tout son potentiel à la chanson?<br /><br />Et je viens de voir Garden State. Donc, non, je n'ai rien compris. La seule scène sympa, c'est quand (<span style="font-style: italic;">spoiler:</span>) ils se disent au revoir sur les marches. C'est une de ces scènes qui tord les tripes, fait mal au ventre. Alors, non, c'est pas magnifique à ce point-là, c'est de la pure jalousie.<br /><br />Enorme: cours de Sémio Ped. Voici une échelle pour les douleurs neuropathiques. Alors, je compte, comme ça. Et je me dis: au moins 4/10. "Et donc, on considère que la douleur doit être traitée à partir de 410. Les ppaux ttt sont: ". Et là, s'affiche le truc que (je suis censée) je prends. Mouahhhaaahh, je veux faire Médecine Interne à Paris, moi aussi.Alizéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742816978782514782noreply@blogger.com0