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Individual Profile:
Bleue
United Arab Emirates
(copywriter)
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http://wikipedia.org, http://earth.google.com, http://www.brainyquote.comLovemarks:
Kukuxumusu, Tabasco Sauce, Sony Ericsson, The Matrix, Garfield, Audrey Hepburn, Tintin, Asterix & Obelix, France, La Maison du Chocolat, Hermes. -
Comments:
I saw it. I loved it.
Kukuxumusu
26 June 2007
I saw it. I loved it. The bull has a voice and a witty character. He expresses them out and loud, in a funny and beautifully designed way. kukuxumusu is a way to spread the love.
I was converted
Tabasco Sauce
26 June 2007
Almost a couple of decades ago, I was out with a friend for lunch. The minute the food arrived she grabbed a bottle and started sprinkling her food with its red contents. I said to her: "Don’t you want to taste the food first? Maybe it doesn’t need any of that stuff!!" She looked at me darringly and said: "Why don’t you try that ’stuff’ first!!" So I did. And I was converted! I do not have it with everything. No. But I am forgiven, for I have it pure, by the spoon.
The Matrix offered me a plausible answer
The Matrix
26 June 2007
What colour are your eyes...really? When I was a kid I used to wonder if what I saw and called blue was blue to others, what if my green was their blue? Colours were just the tip of the iceberg of all the questions that invaded my mind. The Matrix offered me a plausible answer. I watched it, then watched it again, after that I watched it once more, in the end I went to bed knowing I’ll watch it first thing in the morning. When I am at a crossroad in my life, I think of The Matrix, and I unplug myself.
A bit like a love affair
Sony Ericsson
15 July 2007
My Sony Ericsson and me, it’s a bit like a love affair. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but rather at 10th laugh and a lot of "stand-by-you-s". I was introduced to it through a second hand phone T68. I’ve been loyal ever since, although, it’s true, I could see there were others sometimes that were a bit sexier, or smarter, or even both. And yes I’ve been told "as if it never gave you trouble, hee hee, wasn’t that you stepping out of the service centre". Yes it was, but like any true love, it is "for better and for worse" and believe me the ’better’ feels so good it makes the ’worse’ worth it. You see...I love my Sony Ericsson...and it loves me back.
Long Live Garfield!
Garfield
05 August 2007
When I first met Garfield it was in a woman’s magazine, right under the editor’s note (smart woman, people started reading her notes!). He was rubbing his nose on John’s sleeve, John said something in the lines of: How affectionate, and Garfield thought: My nose was wet! Since then I’ve followed Garfield everywhere: magazines, newspapers, books, and finally, the Internet. Every morning I find him in my mailbox adding a bit of sunshine to my day, no more hating-rainy-Mondays. Love makes the person. Garfield made Jim Davis, and makes the day of millions across the globe. Long Live Garfield!
In France I regain my sanity
France
08 September 2007
I live in a country where like in many prosperous countries, women go to the hairdresser every other day, and must, oh must!, have their nails done once a week. Where men see the reflection of their personalities reflected on the polish of their latest acquired luxurious sedan. I live in a fine country, but I shrink in front of the invasion of the media cloning, quite successful here. But then...once a year, I land in France and regain my sanity: no more of "The Stepford Wives" lifestyle. In France you can be yourself, a bit of colours on your fingertips is "artistic", not "dirty", hair ruffled by the wind is "au naturel", not "messy". Missing the bus you’ve been waiting for because the chapter in the book was sooo good you couldn’t be bothered checking the number above the windshield, won’t get you haughty (what a stupid person!!) kind of looks, but rather a peeping (what’s the title of this damn good book??) glance. Nails, wheels, colours and a book. These details do not summarize France, but merely hint at its big soul in which mine dwells. In France you are a human being until proven otherwise. Any other country can claim as much nowadays?
You WILL see me again
La Maison du Chocolat
08 September 2007
Welcome to the home of happiness. "Happiness is abstract", they say, "incomplete and indefinable". How wrong they are. As you step into La Maison Du Chocolat you can meet it, share it and even unite with it. It calls you in the shape of small squares, ovals and tablets. The inviting shades of brown that as they grow darker make your heart race. The smell of hot cocoa, promising the feel of a magic potion as it languidly spreads in your body through your veins. As you leave with that treasure held with utmost love, the lady there smiles at you, and just before she says anything you’ll find yourself saying: "Oh...you WILL see me again". On your way, you can’t help but steal one and slip it in your mouth. You look up to the sky, once grey, now a spread of silver, and think of someone you love. Just like in the film ’Chocolat’, La Maison Du Chocolat will do wonders for you...and him or her too.