« Le suprême bonheur de la vie, c’est la conviction qu’on est aimé ;

aimé pour soi-même, disons mieux, aimé malgré soi-même. » – Victor Hugo

I’m weak…

I must be a really good actor or a good lia, ain’t that the same?
Laughing and being happy outside
But crying and being completely heart broken inside
I think I’m strong but I’m weak.

Life motto…

Unrequited love, the story of my life…

It’s been a while since I last uploaded this blog. I promise I will be here more often. Today, I’m feeling very sad, because the love that I had (well I still have) for the past 5 months is an unrequited love… and it does hurt… a lot..

“You will be out with friends
when the news of her existence
will be accidentally spilled all over
your bar stool. Respond calmly
as if it was only a change in weather,
a punch line you saw coming.
After your fourth shot of cheap liquor,
leave the image of him kissing another woman
in the toilet.

In the morning, her name will be
in every headline: car crash, robbery, flood.
When he calls you, ignore the hundreds of ropes
untangling themselves in your stomach.
You are the best friend again. He invites
you over for dinner and you say yes
too easily. Remind yourself this isn’t special,
it’s only dinner, everyone has to eat.
When he greets you at the door, do not think
for one second you are the reason
he wore cologne tonight.

In his kitchen, he will hand-feed you
a piece of red pepper. His laugh
will be low and warm and it will make you
feel like candlelight. Do not think this is special.
Do not count on your fingers the number
of freckles you could kiss too easily.
Try to think of pilot lights and olive oil,
not everything you have every loved about him,
or it will suddenly feel boiling and possible
and so close. You will find her bobby pins
laying innocently on his bathroom sink.
Her bobby pins. They look like the wiry legs
of spiders, splinters of her undressing
in his bed. Do not say anything.
Think of stealing them, wearing them
home in your hair. When he hugs you goodbye,
let him kiss you on the forehead.
Settle for target practice.

At home, you will picture her across town
pressing her fingers into his back
like wet cement. You will wonder
if she looks like you, if you are two bedrooms
in the same house. Did he fall for her features
like rearranged furniture? When he kisses her,
does she taste like wet paint?

You will want to call him.
You will go as far as holding the phone
in your hand, imagine telling him
unimaginable things like you are always
ticking inside of me and I dream of you
more often than I don’t.
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.

Do not call him.
Fall asleep to the hum of the VCR.
She must make him happy.
She must be
She must be his favorite place in Minneapolis.
You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone.”
Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem

“Will you dare to come to me

Will you dare to set me free

I ain’t here playin’ as your barbie

I’m more and you’ll see”

Becoming myself…

It’s been a while since my last post…

A lot have been going on with my life! I quit my job, I’m currently writting a screenplay for a zombie movie (yes you read it right a zombie movie!), trying to write some lyrics, taking egyptology class in spanish, thinking of leaving my city, my country, my family for London… Well, it’s strange but I kinda feel more complete now than when I had this fancy job last year (even throught I don’t have a lot of income ^^)!

Let me share some of my lyrics (ahhh I’m shy that the first time I will share a sneak peek of my work)

“And we leave and we learn,
We see and we burn,
All these crazy situations
Or should I call them allegations?
They will lead us to that world of frustrations
and one day to our destruction..”

Oh Frida, Frida, Frida!

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” ― Frida Kahlo

Las dos Fridas, 1939

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Frida Kahlo, oh Frida… Where to start… I didn’t like her (her work) back then. I had to work on her painting during all my Spanish classes… Each year we had a semester dedicated to Frida!! I think I was tired of her work and of my Spanish classes. Working on the same painting each year… That must be the reason why I didn’t want to understand her, her feeling, her pain… I was like “OMG that girl was crazy/scary, she was sooo obsessed with HER DIEGO”

“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.” ― Frida Kahlo

Then one day, a friend gave me her diary… Frida íntima (Diary of Frida Kahlo). This book deeply affected me. It gave me inspiration and deeper insight into my own life…I started to understand how fascinating / amazing she was/is! Her accident, her need to paint, her pain, her sick passionate love for Diego Rivera (well, tbh I still don’t understand that part especially after his affair with Frida’s sister), her deep thoughts…

Now, she is one of my favorite painter!

“I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.” ― Frida Kahlo

Ichigo Ichie…

What is the meaning of “Ichigo Ichie”?

Well, ichigo ichie (一期一会) is a japanese proverb that we can translate by “One time, one meeting”. Basically, it used to mean “a meeting that only occurs once in a life time”! 

The chance of meeting people could be a special gift that might never occur in your later life, so you should treasure it!!
Each moment is unrepeatable and special…

My blog name is “ichigo and ichie” only because someone already took the name without the “and” 😦

For some people this proverb is a Haiku (俳句)… A Haiku is a very short form of Japanese poetry but they always forget that it’s… consist of 3 phrases… 

Why “Ichigo Ichie”?

I really find the words beautiful don’t you? Plus, I love the meaning!!

I also really love the term 一日千秋 “ichijitsu senshuu” that used to mean “one day seems like a thousand years” WONDERFUL!!

If one day I have a chance to publish my book, I think I’ll name it that way! kekekekekeke

 

 

Marilyn and the bridge

Well, I really like Marilyn Monroe! People thought that she got everything and that she was happy… but deep inside she was still lonely and insecure ;(

One of my favorite poem (yes, she loved poetry and she wrote some wonderful poems!!)

Oh damn I wish that I were
dead — absolutely nonexistent –
gone away from here — from
everywhere but how would I do it
There is always bridges — the Brooklyn Bridge – no not the Brooklyn Bridge
because But I love that bridge (everything is beautiful from there and the air is so clean) walking it seems
peaceful there even with all those
cars going crazy underneath. So
it would have to be some other bridge
an ugly one and with no view — except
I particularly like in particular all bridges — there’s some-
thing about them and besides these I’ve
never seen an ugly bridge

Hello & Welcome!

“Whether I succeed or fail is up to the heavens… all I have to do is do my best… don’t you think?”

Hello everyone,

Youuuhouuu my first post! Finallyyyy!! I’m so excited!!

My name is Assia but everyone call me Red, so you can too 🙂

I decided to open this blog  coz I have nothing else to do because I have a lot to share! kekekekekeke

I’ll share everything most of the things with you: my love for cinema, photographie, dramas, music, Japan, Fashion, make-up, London, books, maybe some vlogs…

 

Stay tuned!!

XoXo

RED