rect.

Apparemment,je devrai regretter ce que j'ai vivement annoncé dans mon post précédent à propos de nos jeunes Tunisiens. Pour certains (et j'espère que ça ne sera pas la majorité), la conscience s'abstient dans leur âmes. Rien ne peux vraiment peser que lorsque on saccage et on détruit tous ce qui semble être d'utilité pour le peuple.J'ai voulu avoir foi en tout le peuple sans exception,mais là je dois retenir mes mots (si jamais je poserai ce problème prochainement,mais j'en doute). Vous avez fièrement fait "dégager" le premier ministre? Eh ben bravo! Néanmoins,le premier ministre est un homme qui est digne de notre respect (le mien particulièrement),il est incontestable et inacceptable d'oser condamner cet homme à mort (et pire,l'annoncer à la télé). Mais bon,peut être que éradiquer toute la souche mutante est le bon choix pour avancer,alors que j'en doute.
Je n'ai plus vraiment rien à dire concernant la situation de mon pays car, en Tunisie, ces jours-ci,on peut facilement déclarer que la division par 0 y est désormais permise! Rien ne m'étonne plus jamais.
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You shall never learn

Stratovarius-Back to Madness

 

" Will I ever learn?

What I don't recall I will repeat "

(Self-shot/ wish it was real)  

25-02-2011

There is no need to write this post in english...

Aujourd'hui, le 25 Février 2011,fut nommé "le jour de la colère" :

 

 Un flux massif, venant de différents établissements scolaires et universitaires, s'est dirigé vers la place de la Kasbah de bonne heure,ce matin. Des jeunes en fureur,la rage les dévore mais l'enthousiasme gagne d'apparence.Un seul slogan qu'ils répétaient, un seul but à achever :

الشعب يريد اسقاط الحكومة

Le peuple veut extirper le gouvernement

Comme elle résonne fortement cette phrase...Je suis fière de faire partie d'une jeunesse consciente et émancipé. Mais pas suffisamment consciente pour pouvoir s'émanciper. Je suis aussi éblouie par la force,la détermination de chacun de ces manifestants à la Kasbah.Mais pas suffisamment convaincu sur les causes que supportaient ces jeunes gens.

"Extirper le gouvernement",certes! Mais...Il n'est vraiment pas temps pour se révolter contre le gouvernement alors qu'on se fait prêter pour se nourrir et survivre. 

Je suis enchantée par vos voix,je vous salue Braves Gens! Néanmoins, je vous prie de raisonner rationnellement. La Tunisie s'avère en sécurité tant que chacun de vous en prend soin.  

Entre autre, les INSATiens m'ont honnêtement époustouflé aujourd'hui.Que ce soit de la part des professeurs ou des étudiants, tous subsistaient sur les même ondes.Le hall de l'institut a été marqué par des préparations intensives et mutuelles,ainsi que par une énorme foule :  

Une foule énorme et bien unie du début de la marche jusqu'à l'envahissement des lieux ciblés.

 

Bravo INSATiens,pour une fois,vous avez gardé une ligne bien droite!

J'admets que la marche n'est sans aucun doute mon sport favoris,mais ce n'était pas en vain! Même s'il s'agit d'un support indirect,l'important ; c'est fait!

J'éluciderai dans mon prochain post les phrases cultes qui m'ont parfaitement captivé :p

Photos: Facebook.com

           Sfaxi Ghazi (photographe)

Where the cold roses grow

Nick Cave and the bad seeds - Where the wild roses grow

Spending days without catching any light is making me feel addicted to photography. Is it a bad or a good thing...it doesn't matter as long as it attract me to this Universe.It's my personal gravity.

What may entertain me whilst? GIFS!

 

 

I have made that necklace. Well, it's not that difficult to make,just grab a silky lace and a catchy pendant and that's it! What do I get next to say?

Oh,one more thing...I have been thinking about either writing about this on my blog,or just keeping it for myself.And finally,I thought it wasn't fear enough...So here is it:

I somehow and unconsciously give bad impressions about myself.Am not really going into details but impressions like: superior,having a cold and a shitty attitude toward people,and such things...

Am neither superior,nor cold. Unless we call a very silent person these days as cold,I would accept this misunderstanding with an open-heart.

To be honest with everyone,am not much of a talker.I somehow like keeping my mouth shut when all of the mouths are wide open,spitting words.It doesn't mean that I don't have any opinion to give,but...I don't have that urge to do so,especially when I turn misanthrope from time to time...am more of a someone who pretty much may fall unconscious in any second.So people really need to understand this : not talking to you,or talking wihtout showing any enthusiasm doesn't make me hate you or disgust you. Not at all! I love keeping everything silent around me

I may be not close enough to you (not that familiar),or am not used to you around me...But it's far away from seeming careless,I assure you! Most time,I let people discovering me,let's say,I love letting people discovering me.I mean what's the point from just spitting everything out? Where is the fucking fun in that? I love playing,don't you?

I sometimes dare to shut you up,but I don't mean it in a bad way...Am sorry if it's difficult to deal with me,but for those who are trying : Keep trying,I won't fail you...
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Morning

I have always asked this when I first wake-up: Do I really (and I insist on "really") have to wake-up and go face the daily things? I spend more time choosing between wake-up and stay asleep than choosing my outfit for the day! And as you can see it's 7am and I haven't decided yet!
Anyway,I have been watching this tiny short-film made by Zoe Cassavetes for Miu Miu 's new collection.And I have to spit it that it's a hell of an amazing way to showcase the items.
It would always fascinates me when there is always a story about clothes. Despite its shortness, I indeed liked it : Models were so into there roles,the Claridges is a wonderful place to shoot at. Not to mention Miu Miu's  dresses and high heels.It was a nice move,really!
Here is a link to the video: The Powder Room
favourite dresses and shoes :

 

source: Miumiu.com 

flurbiprofèno-dépendante

Unfocused,dizzy and illusional I went,during the dark hours of the night.Oh God,I love myself more than any creature in this whole fake existence.Seeing it striving to survive in such destructive times make me want to shut its whining with an over-dose.

 

But I didn't! 

Am I too scared to die? 

 

No! Am too eager to stay alive!

help me shutting my mind down

 

I don't want to breathe oxygen...Am better  off breathing incense  

(Self-shot)      

Halo.Pt I: 

" I can't think.I see things,flash lights,sudden incoherent forms moving. I was looking at my watch that I was wearing in my left wrist.It indicates : 11:16pm (23:16)

In the bottom of the watch,there was a little white hole with which I can tell in what day are we.The 23 that appears on the white background seems to be disappearing as a gorgeous moon while meeting the first rays of dawn light. 

Time is moving on (so does invisible creatures around me).

I can't think again.I might be utterly fading from the clutch of reality...as time is moving on (so does the invisible creatures around me).I see words and letters.I'm thinking.I hardly concretize what I see:

{Why do some people wear their watches in the right hand,while others wear it in the left one?

Am wearing it in my left...

Would I feel more secure,stable if I switch it to my other hand?

Would the world stand still and look at me changing my watch's position as the time is moving on (so does the creatures around me)? 

Would the count-down reach a lesser speed than it's usual one? How come sometimes you find yourself in the right place,in the right time?

Would you...wait for me as the world is standing still,the time is moving on (so does the invisible creatures around me)?}

No one would..."

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How does it feel

How does it feel to sit on that "thing"?

- It feels...warm! It would make you wanna sleep for eternity, provide a shelter to every homeless being walking the streets all day long.It also feels egoistic and very restrained because you have found a valuable thing and you don't/can't share it with those who need it more than you.

How does it feel to spend the day doing uninteresting activities and gazing to the watch?

It feels...empty! It would make you wanna either shut down your mind and fade away,or make you think harder and faster about your pathetic situation.At then "DO SOMETHING!" appears.

How does it feel to obtain such photograph?

It feels..splendid! It makes you wanna say :Thank God I have a fucked up camera!
(just B&W effect)

photos:Ahmed.A(first two shots) & Nedra.J
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zac posen fall 2011

 

After going through the latest fall designers lookbooks, I have found what I've been looking for at Zac Posen's rtw-Collection.  How can I describe it?

It seems,at first sight,comfy and elegant. In fact, I somehow liked the way Zac manipulates fabrics : "economic" to avoid extravagance, obscure to attract vampiresque silhouette, he have surely targeted the black hole on the white wall.

From grey,white,black and deep blue,the palette seems to oscillate between these nuances. Moreover, dresses were delicately ornate with ties,folds and leather belts.

I slightly tend to admit that black lips and a large smile are the ultimate assets of a women...who is afraid of nothing!

Photos: Vogue.fr

for so long

I have been rich

 

But not for so long     

 

I have been pretty  

 

But not for so long

 

I have been blind   

For so damn long  

Photos: Nedra.J

Random thoughts and shots.

   

mayday

Am in a total lack of inspiration (just that I won't say ; ability) lately...
I haven't really get the point of this general "vague" quote : " Health comes first" but apparently,I have just did. I do think that ill rhyme with unable : all of your focus is on the smallest source which provokes throbbing pain. That doesn't help much if you breathe...something else  instead of air.
However,am not dead,I will be back soon!
cheers
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Re-animate her

Nothing interesting to do...so,let's make some gifs :

 

 As you can see,am out of cigarettes,so am pretty much going to smoke the next little cigs-like thing that crosses my sight.
Am out of sanity too...
I somehow liked this,it's so not myself :

 

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just saying

Something else....
(yeah I woke up in rage today)
I have stopped following local news,interviews,meetings with bloody ministers. Why the hell would I do that? I don't have enough energy to waste it hearing nonsense,babble statements.People had and (still do)  have high expectations about the elected ministers.I mean haven't you people ever heard that after every ascension,there is a must-going-through shitty alight during which "I disagree" and " Am disappointed" are the most heard clauses?
We are definitely there.In fact,everything is not "okay",it's more likely an adaptation season.
Am just saying that there will be time for everything,as we had time for a change,we can have time for a better upgrade.There is no need to shout and be hysteric about anything that doesn't fit in your feet.Let the government,first of all,fix commercials and economical issues and then comes politics.
If you don't give a shit about politics,just carry on not giving any about it.
I mean now everyone is super-psychic about the future of this territory...
Mind your own business,take care of your own family,work hard and pursue your damned studies. Perhaps ,one day,you'll be the one to count on.
cheers
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un nombre est il un chiffre?

It's decided: another French entry (I felt like it)

Je commencerai par partager des extraits, que j'ai pris en photos il y a deux jours,de la revue Tangente (sous la direction de Gilles Cohen)

 

 

0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 sont des chiffres

10,11,12,13.......n sont des nombres

Soit U(n) une suite numérique tel que :sa somme est:  S(n) = 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 +....+n

Si U(n) = n ,tel que n >= 1 alors: 

U(1)= 1, U(2)=2, U(10)=10, etc..

U(I) est un chiffre,alors que U(10) est un nombre.

Tant que la suite U(n) ne change pas de variations pour tout n >=1

==> U(n) était un chiffre,et puis un nombre

Imaginons ça : une boite en bois qu'on y met à chaque fois des boules de différentes matières (acier,cuivre,plomb,bois,etc...)

Supposons que la boite est notre suite U(n)

Quelque soit la matière de la boule,la boite (vu d'éxterieur) reste évidemment une boite en bois.

===> Boite (boule acier) = Boite(boule plomb)

===> donc on pe...

xxxxxxxxxx Faux raisonnement xxxxxxxxx

Je reprends : 

Un nombre est-il un chiffre?

Cette fois-ci,je me base sur les nombres premiers.Ah! On a dit nombre,non pas chiffre premier.Néanmoins,il existe des chiffres premiers : 1,3,5,7,9

D'après cette évidente appellation,on peut dire qu'un nombre est un chiffre.Mais,la réciproque est fausse.

Pour la suite,et pour n'importe quel n >=1,U(n) est un nombre à partir d'un certain rang.

Allons plus loin: la réalité (à revoir le sens) est elle vraiment réductible à une matrice numérique?

Je lancerai vivement mon oui en m'appuyant sur l'exemple des fractales : (source)

 

Les similitudes (sens mathématique) :(ma prise)

 

Et encore...

je m'arrête pour le moment.Mais j'y continue le matin.

Je mentais si je n'avouerai pas que je suis autant amoureuse des mathématiques que de la dentelle. 

P.S. ce que je viens d'écrire peut facilement être insensé,mais supposons que c'est vrai jusqu'à preuve du contraire!

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Survival in photographs Pt II

As every blog post entry procedure ,I stare for a while at that thing in the beginning of the line,flashing.
Don't tire your self darling,I'll be torturing you in a couple of minutes anyway.
So,here is a story about trying something new:

 

For these two shots,I have used a ventilator,natural lightening and some B&W effect.

 

 

"Bad dream or sweet dream? "

here,I have put a white scarf on the lens 

 

and the coloured version of my favourite shot.

This is my first essay,will hopefully make better ones in the future.

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High

ça m'était suprême...
le vent aérait mon pauvre crâne,le soleil me détruisait doucement les rétines...
ça m'était supême...
Je ne supportais plus X-ray, j'ai fermé les yeux,je me suis emporté par les beats de "Buck up", je me sentais déjà évanescente.
J'inhalais violemment la fumée fortement toxique de mes "mérites"...tout en dénombrant et puis projettant sur mon écran cérébral ses composés :
3-4-Benzopyrène,nicotine (C10H14N2),CO,acroélines,phénols...
J'apercevais la danse ultime de la poussière tout autour, comme si je venais de déployer les secrets d'un monde minime; de matière et de particules.
Cette situation a tendu vers l'infini,tout en supposant que l'infini est une grandeur suffisamment grande pour être comparé à d'autres grandeurs encore plus grandes qu'elle.
Par déduction,cette situations m'a mené à l'évanouissement soudain...
Je me suis charriée difficilement vers mon lit...là ou je peux rêvasser éternellement.
Qu'elle est  pathétique ma personne!

La fin de la journée s'annonce prochaine...à la suivante.

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