I woke up in the morning, on my TV and guess what? I saw one Mylene Farmer’s music video one after the other. It is a cable TV, MCM, and today was supposed to be Mylene Farmer Special Day (or something like that). I watched until I have missed my breakfast and I was late for 15 minutes.
I was supposed to dine with Claude and Mohamed tonight and I was contemplating on whether I should stay at the hotel and watched the Mylene Farmer concert at 7:30 pm. In the end, I chose to go out with them as very seldom I can dine with someone.
It was Arabic food. A very small but popular restaurant. Claude was treating and Mohamed insisted on giving him back FF100. As for me, I “treated” them the desert at Haagen-Dazs.
And I have spent most of night surfing the net. It is very addictive. And it wasn’t anything erotic at all. It was Mylene Farmer’s Web Pages.
Thinking of getting a flat in year 2000 really excited me as I really sick of renting already. I want a home of myself, in the very near future. So far, I still believe in dream hard, hope hard and it may come true.
I hated this weekend. Nothing worked out fine to me. Phone call to JP yesterday was a disastrous when it came into money matter. Today I could not find her. Phone call to my Mum this afternoon was even worst. I am fed up with all the family matter.
Yesterday I was “rejected” from a restaurant (Lunch) because I was a bit too late. I swear the waitress said that the restaurant only served desert right now. If only I knew French. Today I went up earlier and they don’t open on Sunday.
Today’s lunch was different. I went into this Cafeteria, self-serviced type. So I just have to pick any food I like. Happened to pick the steak and chips, one roll, a fresh Pineapple (Don’t understand why nowadays I love fresh fruit so much.), and a Pepsi Max. The counter (French Lady) was very friendly as I asked for some butter. Very abnormal but I guess some people will treat others better regardless of color. And I sat inside for a few hours, reading a novel. The steak was half cooked (French doesn’t like to cook things thoroughly) and I did not finish the food at all.
And I wanted to watch a movie. As I could not pronounce the title, so I wrote it in a piece of paper. But they all thought I wanted to watch the Night Club Show (LIDO). Stupid French. And then I moved onto the next one, and it was full. Treated myself some good ice cream in Haagen-Dazs (Etoile) instead.