tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43530690139865727572012-01-26T18:08:06.375-05:00One pic...one day...my diary...“I am nothing special of this I am sure. I am just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, that has always been enough.”
Nicholas Sparks-The Notebook-Sébastien Goupillothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342708285999208734noreply@blogger.comBlogger368125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4353069013986572757.post-32364750472308649182012-01-25T18:01:00.000-05:002012-01-24T18:02:08.053-05:002012-01-24T18:02:08.053-05:0025/01/2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NmY0TALy7QE/Tx8nw1RUPPI/AAAAAAAAEZM/yhZEfD_HReM/s1600/P1060997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NmY0TALy7QE/Tx8nw1RUPPI/AAAAAAAAEZM/yhZEfD_HReM/s320/P1060997.jpg" width="249" /></a></div>2 years...just 2 years since the last time I wrote there... it was the day of my 36th birthday...<br />
2 years after, I am back here, just for one post...<br />
38 years old...<br />
38 years of life, of happiness, of sadness, of mix of billions of feelings, emotions, experiences... of very sweet moments when love comes to knock at your door, of very sad moment when death is taking away from you a father...<br />
When I was 20, I wasn't even able to imagine I would still alive on my way to 40's...(The romantic and rock n' roll way to figure out life when you are young ...^^)<br />
I still here, I still dreaming, I still working hard to make my dreams true.<br />
There was 2 years, when I closed this blog, I was at the end of a long part of my life (more than 10 years) working as an art teacher and visual art director. Since, I found the energy to turn this page, to open a new one and I am now a chef, working in a resto and preparing my culinary degree for june, preparing myself for a new existence, wild open on the world arround me...<br />
I am nobody else than me, an average french guy, coming from blue worker familly, educated but just enough to fight in this rude world... I am just me with my dreams and my desire to realise most of them... <br />
If in your life, you feel like having the desire, the need to make a big jump in a new life, a new adventure, the need to dare, just do it, it is not more risky than to not take the risk and to realise after many years that you missed something...<br />
It is never easy... at least one time a day I wonder if I made the right choice...it can be even rude, but we should all try, because we are all able to make dreams come true ! <br />
After 2 years, not even sure someone stills read this blog, so maybe let's say that it is a note to self I let visible in case..;)<br />
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Séb<br />
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<div style="color: #674ea7;"><i>"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."</i></div><i style="color: #674ea7;"> </i><br />
<div align="right" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>-Anaïs Nin </i></div><div style="color: #674ea7;"></div><table style="color: #674ea7;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Each story is having an end.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I started this blog there was just 1 year, the day of my 35. I made this blog for many reasons. Some of them are personal and will stay personal. This blog was also a different way to communicate with people close or not, to share words, images, emotions, sadness and hope; a little window on my life.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> This post is my last. I don't know if it will a definitive thing or just a temporary thing, I just know that right now I will stop and open a new page of the book of my life. each story is having an end, but in life, each end is the sign of a new start.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I hope you took pleasure to read me, I hope it gives you little things more in your lifes as it was a true experience for me. I have to write a new page of my life. This page will not be necessary a blog. I am happy and excited about this new start. Life is a mystery, sometimes sweet, sometimes scarry but the most delicious mystery we can get. I wish you all a beautiful and delicious life, wish you to get pleasure from little and big things life is giving to us !! Thank you all, thank you for all because without you reading my words it would be nothing for me to write...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Love, Séb </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">PS : I am sure there is many other things I wanted to express in this last post, but it is never so easy to put words on things...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-3498424921088078250?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I love the night, flying with stars...and let one of them, more bright, more sensitive, more dreamy, take my soul on the way of possiblities, of potentials, of unknown experiences, of a life to write...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-2932733869682110881?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> My mind is full of beautiful images, but I still don't know how to connect my mind in USB... It would be amazing to be able to print images we have in mind...directly, in a raw way, without this necesary transformation we make using paint, camera....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-1987804069555125749?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">If like for snails we would have our sex in feet, this pic would be very sexual... Wow, very close to be scandalous but I swear I am not a snail ha ha.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-2500084243006117677?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yes...it was at least be sunny for me today...at least...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tonight could be a starry night...but I have no control on big and little things of this universe... So, I look at the sky...deeply...at least... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">A full day...but an abstract day...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is days that you get the feeling to fill them up ....and then you realize that there was a big hole... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-4510449191504188679?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sometimes life is more complex than to make a picture of your day...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sometimes I just want to listen what I feel inside...I just want to listen...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I listren...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-5964369167458417796?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;">I just watched the last Clint Eastwood...not his best (even if it is much more better than most of movies I watched in my life...)...but with this beautiful and simple idea that to build it is easier if people go in the same direction than use their energy to fight against each others... Bellow, the poem Invictus that given its title to this movie... </span></i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><i><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;">Out of the night that covers me,<br />
Black as the pit from pole to pole,<br />
I thank whatever gods may be<br />
For my unconquerable soul.<br />
<br />
In the fell clutch of circumstance<br />
I have not winced nor cried aloud.<br />
Under the bludgeonings of chance<br />
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.<br />
<br />
Beyond this place of wrath and tears<br />
Looms but the Horror of the shade,<br />
And yet the menace of the years<br />
Finds and shall find me unafraid.<br />
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It matters not how strait the gate,<br />
How charged with punishments the scroll,<br />
I am the master of my fate:<br />
I am the captain of my soul.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;">William Ernest Henley</span></i></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-3463372049020576332?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">A day like not even a day...a shadow of a day...a day I was not even sure I had a shadow...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-6161687847301665739?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">there is a time to play...a time to live...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-161681544546945275?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">A train is like a story container...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">In my daily life..I talk with my daily "contacts"... In a train...in few hours, you will wait..a lot...catch a cold ..maybe...share few sentences with a french girl in love with an american guy (^^), listen to the conversation of tourists from Norway (Of course, I don't understand..but I like the sound...) and then to read a newspaper you never buy, just from looking at the reflect in the window..;) </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-7621391009458179497?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">When it is snowing there (that is no so common...) , it gives you a conversation topic for people you have nothing else to share with...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> - "Do you think the road will be sliding ? - I don't know, but I will come back home earlier in case...."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-8209145613267126592?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was so early...so unusual for me...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I went to the market before to go to work... It was so cold (even my shitty pic seems frozen... I bought some cheese, a some bread... A market is just a market...but thinking back about it...when I was a child, it was my little Museum of not Modern Art, it was a kind of living museum where I was able to see and take into my hands a little baby chicken that one day I would eat after my father would make it fat and my mother would put it in the oven...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-1957351883126604093?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">A good coffee and cig time is not so much about the quality of the coffee nor of the cig...It is about something else, something indefinable...something like...: </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I loved to have this coffee with you...I could stay all my afternoon to have coffees with you..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-1483273999474249115?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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I know you expected more from this mirror ball...<br />
I know...<br />
But it is a step...Just need to be patient...Ah...patience...I hate this word...<br />
And one day, you will just laugh deeply about my mirror balls project...;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-8843526241608080478?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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This is my new cell phone...<br />
I really love it !! its design, its ergonomy, it is just the perfect cell phone !!<br />
Some of you will tell me that maybe the color is a little bit fancy, but in this world where all cell phones are black, I always know where is mine...;)<br />
Maybe you will think that my mind must be very empty for me to have to create post about fake cell phone which is a true banana. Well, true....;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-7159755429412567393?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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The darkness hunts me in the middle of the winter...<br />
I want to shine again...<br />
To shine from rays of this magic sun I carry into my heart...days and nights...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-5473056096824541765?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Dear Mister Jobs, my dear Steve,<br />
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That was my MacBook...<br />
<br />
I enjoyed it during several years until I discovered by "accident" that it was not waterproof.<br />
I would be very happy if this tragical end could touch you deeply and make you feel the desire to send me a new one...<br />
You can contact me directly for us to deal with details about sending.<br />
<br />
I wish you a happy year full of success and happiness !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-7457507011177802558?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Tonight, I am <span style="font-size: x-large;">zz</span>zz<span style="font-size: xx-small;">zz</span>z<span style="font-size: x-large;">z</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">z</span>zz<span style="font-size: x-large;">zzz</span>zzz<span style="font-size: large;">zz</span>zz...<br />
I will dream about...and then will come back as fresh as baby...;)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-7343474698155820998?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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Looking back at Day 4...all is peacefull...magnificiently peacefull...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-3796188949465616799?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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I never get tired trying to catch back billions of stars from the sky to keep vivid the magic brightness of your eyes...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-3879182855900636382?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">The best place to live on earth ?<br />
The heart of someone you love...<br />
I want to get the heart citizenship...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4353069013986572757-4553227491450727782?l=sebastiengoupillotdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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