Pfelelep blog

english translation:
it's there, I can feel him... He's just...
...THERE!
Nothing? I was sure that...
F**C! He was behind me! There, I gotcha. Now, the way is clear ; just this corridor and....
GODDAMNITYAIYAI!AREYOUNUTS?I'MPLAYINGDOOM3YOUSCAREDTHSHITOUTOFME'GONNAKILLYA!

english translation:
in just 2 weeks...
...no less than 4 different girls...
...slept in my room...
..and opened the shutters right in front of my neighbour.

...too bad I wasen't in my bed with them in those very moments.
"I told you, a girl a day, I SAW those creatures!"
"and he's married with a foreigner, my, my, my..."

english translation
It's already one month, a whole month that we moved, we left the small island of LAMMA, the small house with small garden, my small bounty, quack of paradise that I liked so much.

10 days with intense packaging period with many " haaann my yellow-platic-duck , where should I arrange it? in the cardboard box " bath toys "? Or in the cardboard box " sex-toys"? , 10 days during which one wonders how one could live with as many tricks that one does not even remember to have bought nor used one day.

"We 're gonna need more cardboard boxes"

The happy pet's owners and friends will not contradict me undoubtedly if I tell the true part of pleasure which was the emprisonnement in cage of our cats, which had measuring rod very well what occurred and like so much to be made encaged in a gray plastic box which smells the cat's wee. Between the mewings and the desperate blows of claws as they feels the slaughter-house…

"I KNOW you don't like it and I DON'T CARE! Now get into that fu***ng cage!"

… we just close for the last time the sheet door of the house, repressing a small tear by thinking of the beach that I leave. Admittedly there were 2 months of rain not-stop, moisturing which rots the linen, the walls which mildew and the centipedes which come to take refuge under the pillow; but all that is finished.

"Can't believe it's SUNNY NOW!!!!!"

(good weather fixes on all hongkong since qu' one left, grrr…)

The last voyage in ferry, 30 minutes of happiness to feel last once the spray, fuel oil, as much familiar odors which I will also miss.

"Smells strange, doesn't it?"
"I know, Yaiyai just peed in her vomit"

To return downtown, in the family apartment of Waiyim, in Tseung Kwan O, residential district ZUP-style containing buildings of 38 floors, even for a guy from Paris like me, that always impressing.

"Yeaaahh, back in my place!"
"yeaaaaaahhh..."

Return in the apartment thus, where neither the song of the birds, nor the gracious flight of the butterflies will rock us more. Nature, is like capri, is finished. Bouh.

"Yeaaahhh, let's open the carboard boxes again... OMG! There was a centipede inside!"

(to be followed)

english translation:
do you really need a translation?

english translation:
Last thursday, I went to a job interview as they were looking for a "visual art teacher" in college.
It was not the first time I applied for this kind of job in Hong Kong, so I diden't worried.
When I arrived, I felt ready and decided to ask for more money.
(30 minutes in the waiting room break my enthusiasm)
Finally, someone came to get me.
...mister..."charmes"
Thank you for coming, so as you already know we are looking for a candidate for the job of "headmaster" of the Artistic Department of all the University's Campus. So, we'll let you introduce yourself and then we will all ask you a few questions...
Headmaster?
-well-shaved cheeks (look very young)
-Cannibal Corpse T-Shirt sticking out from the shirt
-Old geek pant
...and?
and? Well, I answered their questions, they answered mines, and it was done.
You know, this "headmaster job", it's 10% sketching classes and 90% of administrative work. Not really the kind of student's relationship that you like.
Hmm... yeah, I guess so.
I also think it's time for me to stop wearing my lucky shirt for job interviewes...

I've been tagged a few times (more recently by MickeyJoe, and Zythom, asking me to tell stuff about me. I've played this game before, but this time, I'd like to change the rules (artist's mind, you know...)

So I take 2 bloggers, on the links the right part of this blog and I sketch them as I imagine them; both of them are french, I never saw their faces
EOLAS (lawyer/attorney, I never know the difference)
and Zythom (judiciary computer specialist expert)

en français:
Cela fait un moment que je me fais joyeusement tagguer, tout dernièrement par MickeyJoe, par Zythom, par plein de monde, m'enjoignant de tout révéler de ma vie intime et pas intéressante du tout.
Je me suis essayé à cette pratique onaniste il y a quelques temps, ce coup-ci, je relance de deux pots de miel:

Hop, je prends 2 bloggueurs en liens ici à droite et je me (vous) les représente, sans n'avoir jamais vu leur visage:

EOLAS, Instantanés de la justice et du droit


et Zythom, Informaticien expert judiciaire


hop aux suivants-avec ou sans coup de crayon-je taggue sans aucune décence Auré, Pif, et Fab', qu'ils agonisent dans d'atroces souffrances dans l'indifférence générale de ce monde où les autres gagnent plus-pourtant-je-comprends-pas-ce-que-je-fais-mal s'ils ne relèvent pas le défi.

To be continued...to part4.

english translation:
Allright, let's go.
I should defragment the Hard Disk more often...