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Trails, Pictures and Driver

Posted in Daily musings, MESSAGES - HAFATRA with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 5, 2008 by coolienne
Same time, two years ago

Same time, two years ago

It is inimaginable the time you may spend reminiscing while cleaning your driver. Not that it’s dirty (?), instead, I’d say it’s full of memories reminders. This picture, for instance is quite amazing. Took it two years ago end June while walking in my area. Knowing where those raozy gasy are located, some memories were unearthed upon lying my eyes on this picture. Two years ago, I used to walk daily on that peculiar dam. Once every day. Before I got enticed to another area to make it my temporary walking trail. Till getting fed up, then settling for another trail. And so on… Those were the days I had been learning how to use my then new digicam. The days I could walk as much as possible, or, at the best moment of the day ever. The days I learnt the Coolienne new life ropes. Those raozy are landmarks, are symbols, but only in my books. Only I would attach that specific importance to them as they are part of my memories of this area, those times in my life.

Now, about two yeas later, another new lifestyle is being adopted. Equally exciting, excellent outlooks. My life is not about still hols (hey! Jogany and Ikalakely!). It has cycles of newness, of highs, of downs (really, I try not to stay in there that long… but… alas, they are real). Now is a high time. A exhilarating one.

My personal story is very tied to those walking trails I happen to choose to trot. It’s about time I walk those old trails again although my life is taking a new path. It’s amazing how electronic, virtual files can give you highs or be those small stuffs which make you instantly halt your activity and smile thinking of that perfect day. Or burst reviewing those crazy party nights pics (for sure, one doesn’t want those series to go out). Or still be grateful remembering how wonderful people were over there, or how great it was up there. Or… or… or.

One advice (if I may say so!):

Walk your Trails, Take Pictures (or Notes) and Clean your Driver up!

You’d be surprised.


Walking Down Memory Lane

Posted in Daily musings with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 5, 2008 by coolienne


Written May 24, let to pause for some time and served fresh from the oven to you, Ladies & Gents!

“Well, must be ageing! Not that it’s bad. Just surprising. Like the first white hair, the first wrinkle, those first things that happen to you… out of the blue. Anyway, some days ago, while indulging in my usual bookstalls raid, I saw those piles of women magazines. Picked one, browsed and dumped it. Picked one, browsed, dumped. Did that many times. I was looking for a French woman magazine that was different from the ones I’m used to. No name in particular, just one that would be different. Just knew it wouldn’t be French Elle, nor US Elle (both are my fave). No Cosmo (aargh!), no Vogue. Last time I did that, I pulled off the piles a Vanity Fair (interesting reads, sometimes), a In Style (no reads, just fashion pics). Both I appreciated but which we don’t have in constant offer over here.

This time, I was searching for a while when I realized which magazine I was precisely longing for. I was craving for that old format French Glamour. No! not the current format that resembles French Cosmo a lot, minus this constant obsession over sex-related topics. The early 90s French Glamour was about edgy topics: arts, artists, rappers, actors, photographers, super-models…errr.. no Campbell, Crawford, Turlington were not artists but fascinating enough beauties. Was about extravagganza: Baron Munchausen, then Vivienne Westwood (she may have stayed the same, I had discovered her then and there). It was cool photography: black and white, brightened turquoise waters and purple flowers, fuschia veils, yellow jumpers, lime green shorts… Then, “l’agenda”, the interviews, sketches by Delhomme (?). It was like a younger, trendier Vogue. They may have same fashion shoots but topics were different (Would Vogue talk about vintage dildos ?). Ooh! And then there was this heartthrob male model, Albert Délègue. Late Délègue was almost in every women magazine. Shooting series starring him- once with Estelle, this French celeb (then model)- used to be successes. Albert Délègue, so 90s! (to see pics of him, click on Planche n°1, then Planche n°2. The last pics set is Planche n°3). I was browsing the shelves, remembering this Glamour Magazine. Of course, I didn’t find any copy of it…

Yesterday, while randomly browsing TV channels, I came across a “Hollywood stories” program. Not a favourite program of mine, except for, once in a while, the story of one or another favourite celeb of mine. Name Sharon Stone, Halle Berry, Uma Thurman, Matthew Mc Connaughey, Clooney, Ralph Fiennes…This time, it was on Beverly Hills 90210, the series. I remember that during many years in the 90s, I used to follow it religiously, up to addiction point. Now, this program! They talked about casting, production, shootings, story, race quota (BH 90210, at its debut, used to be a all-white program, not exactly loyal to RL California high schools), youth issues…

Things they said in there, I’m pretty sure to have heard/read about them then. At a time, one striking aspect they talked about was about actors’ age. They were 20+ actors pretending to be high school students. Then, suddenly, I remembered that, when BH 90210 was all the rage, my posse and I- we all loved this series- were in that same age range too. The first year it was aired, I was well past high school. We were freshmen in a B-school. Still remember those 5pm rushes in the metro station, to catch the earliest wagon, to be home at 5.30. Then, entering my apartment, grabbing the remote control to turn the TV on. Then only, getting rid of those layers whilst catching glimpses. Commercials breaks ? They were designed to allow me to go to the loo. Lol Else, I’d wait for the next one for that specific purpose. Everything was done in warp speed not to miss any minute of the show. A real trip down memory lane, this program was.

There was “Some days ago”, there was “Yesterday”. Of course, there must be “Today”.

This morning, I was standing next the CD box (hear! I am talking about CDs, not mp3 files) when I decided to have a closer look. Opened it. Retrieved old CDs we used to listen to. Malagasy singers and hip 90s bands (had their heydays then). Most I didn’t want to listen to but these guys… they rock! R.E.M rocks.

The moment I started listening to # 1song in “Automatic for the people” till moment I finished with last song in the “Losing my religion” album, Out of Time… it was about singing along the arias, whistling, dancing (“Shiny Happy People”, my 3-yo nephew likes dancing on this song). It was about reminiscing as well. Some bad days, other happy days. My past was unearthed, a past my parents didn’t know every detail of. RE.M songs make you think. Stipe’s almost plaintive voice has this ability to lead you somewhere you have to reflect, to cry, to dream (check that link! I’m not a reference as for Michael Stipe trivia & bio).

Btw, weren’t one or two REM songs aired in BH 90210 ?

Who needed boyfriends when friends, studies, museums, Beverly Hills 90210, R.E.M, French edition of Glamour… used to be the landmarks of one’s young adulthood ? Not me!”

So fresh!

Posted in Daily musings, Remember those first times ? with tags , , , on May 30, 2008 by coolienne

Brought a smile on my face!

A new thing a day

That it would excite me: I doubted

That it would be interesting: I expected

That it would make me happy: It surprised me

That it would be weird: presumed …

First time ever I sat the other side of the table… to interview applicants and have a chance to listen to their pitches. Funny. Obscure. Hilarating. Boring. Enthusiast. Nervous. Serene. Verbose. Almost mute…. Varied

Am feeling so fresh!

That “A new thing a day” could bring smile on my face has been a long forgotten truth. Worth being unearthed.

Like those days I managed to come up with some necklace designs (on the picture is my version of a GI plaque ~ with mother of pearl and silver);

Coolienne version of the GI plaque

Like that other day I managed to isolate this poppy flower and focus, focus, focus and shoot… just before that strong wind blew again;

Oh! that day Mister Ex. called me “Mon amour“. Precious. Rare;

Or … those many many days … (Can you tell me about those days a small experience brought smile on your face ? Let’s just hope they are many a day and experience !)

Stay cool, Stay fresh!

PS: and yes! I did play nice. Just a few questions. Big laughters (applicants can be funny, sometimes)

Now I remember…

Posted in Daily musings with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2008 by coolienne

Tana Traffic

On Thursday, whilst heading home for noon lunch, I had a car accident. Nothing serious, a mad Buxi driver bumped into the rear of our pick-up. We were 5 in our cars, including my 3 yo nephew. No injured, no bloodshed.

The circumstances that led to the accident made us all angry. Mind you, it was past noon. We were hungry, hurrying up to be home and here was Mr. Stupido-on-testosterone bumping into our vehicle. The Buxi driver was disputing his place with another Buxi, it was reported to me. And that made him slam on the accelerator whilst we were already on stop. Bam! Big noise and a telluric shock!

It made us all angry. All except our little one. He was shouting with excitement and joy. He could be heard all over the place, outside the car. He was literally roaring, yelling, lauging when I asked him to calm down. Quite awkawardly, I told him to calm down because people were, I said, watching him. Contrary to the expected result, he made more noise, asked where the folks were. lol… For some time, having him calming down was a business for my sis and I (his super aunties).

After some time, when our driver managed to fill this declaration file (for insurance cy), we had some relief (his Grand-dad bought him fruit juice, we were tranquil for some time). While waiting in the car, my sis and I suddenly remembered how us, as kids, used to welcome such occurings… Car accidents, other people squabblings, all of that used to be watched with… excitement!

No! A silent breakdown won’t do! We needed noise, shocks, buoyant persons, hootings…

Aaah! Now I remember..