Micro billet

Juste un micro-billet à la Twitter pour faire part au monde d'une révélation qui m'a frappé à l'instant : le deuxième mouvement de la sonate au clair de lune de Beethoven ressemble vachement à du ragtime genre Scot Joplin, en plus lent et plus léger.

Hallucinnè-je ?

Lose-lose lulz

I'll write this one in English, because, well, I feel like it. Consider yourself lucky that my Chinese still sucks ass.

So I was sitting in that restaurant, and I had finished eating lunch alone (partly because I took my breakfast at noon). I was chilling and kind of preparing myself for the then upcoming training session, opening my chakras, focusing my chi and starting to digest my 2 euro meal, when this chick sitting at the next table gets up, walks half the distance between the two tables, goes back a few steps giggling along with her friends and finally reaches my table.

The girl, quite good looking, addresses me in English, because yeah, if you’re white in China, you automatically speak English, or at least Chinglish, which is basically the same language with more mistakes and literal translations.

“Hi.
- Hi.
- My friend would like to take a picture with you. Is it possible ?
- Hmm…why ?”

That’s obviously not the answer she expected, she seems taken aback. Well I must admit I knew exactly the answer, but I just couldn’t resist asking anyway. As a side note, the friend in question didn’t look bad either.

“Because, er…, she thinks you’re very handsome, and charming.”

I then raise my eyebrow, and try looking as appalled and condescending as possible.

“Well I don’t like taking pictures with total strangers. It’s a no.”

And upon this I leave, looking back once with the most consternated face I can make, slowly shake my head in dismay and leave like a prince. And then I start smiling, because, damn, it feels good being a total monster.

Now, I’ll leave the conclusions to you, but beware, you might very well be wrong. Or not.