Bonjour, or should i say Hi.

I can’t believe it. I am blogging, in English.

When i first got here, pretty much, i could just say “Hi” and “Thank you”. That was three years ago. So now, i have surprised myself blogging, in English. Excuse-me! Well! What happened, from then to now? I don’t know. But i will go and try to tell you a little story about my first day in Washington, DC.

When i first got here, it was weird because everything, but absolutely everything was in English. At the airport, you had to choose your line to do “your check-in” with the immigration. there were, not only one line. Oh no, it would have been so easy. I was lucky, my friend i was with lived here for many years before to return back to her country, like many others do. So she hooked me up. I like that by the way (hook me up). Actually, i was smart enough to follow her. I was not really sure that i had to follow her, to tell the truth. Specially, because there were no difference between the two lines (i mean, except the signs. But hey, what signs are we talking about? I didn’t want to look too hard so people won’t understand that i was fresh here). So i followed her, not understanding “why the heck” ( i like that too. Because in America, they know how to avoid cursing or blaspheming . For example, when i heard people saying “Oh my gosh”, me and my little english were getting “Ooooh my Goooood.”); so why the heck did she choose this line where at the other line? And there, at that line, were Black and white. not just white. I would have guessed then…). I then guessed that she must be friend with the police officer so we can quickly get in the states without any problem. Oh my bad, i should say the immigration officer. I then guessed that after many many years here in the states she must know everybody. All the police officers, their chief, the taxi drivers, etc. I didn’t realize that here in America it doesn’t work like that. I didn’t realize that they changed. That there is no friendship with these guys so you can brake the line and walk your way with a special treatment. Noooooooooooooooooooooooo. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not here. While i was thinking, escaping and  supposing this and that: “NEXT IN THE LINE”.

Uhhhhhh. We made it. He will just smile, joke and laugh with us. I know… But, instead, he asked me to “PULL BACK” in the line until he is done with her. Whattttttt? Is he sending me home? Right now? Come on. Let me at least see the airport before you send me back home. I was in deep thinking regretting my decision to come here. When i kindly asked “qu’est-ce qu’il a dit?” (What did he say?). “De reculer, de te mettre avant la ligne jaune et d’attendre ton tour ” ( to go back to the yellow line until he is done with me). It’s not my fault. I am not use to it. I respectly follow his instructions. It was absolutely not a good idea to add anything else. So i went back, before the yellow line. But guys, seriously, the only words that i know are “Hi” and “Thank You”. How am going to be able to respond to his questions? I was shocked and terrified. “NEXT IN THE LINE”. Oh my God. It’s my turn. I almost asked the guy behind me to take my place. Hi, he said. Hi, i replied. Welcome to the United States, with a smile. I was shocked. This guy is smiling. It must be that he knows my friend and she “hooked me up”. Thank you, i replied. Do you speak English, he said? A little, i then replied. But guys, i speak Englishhhhhhh. “Enjoy your stay”. “NEXT IN THE LINE”. Seriously, that’s all. No, there is certainly someone else waiting at a corner whose going to give me the hard time that everybody warn you when you come to the United States. I asked if there were any other police officer because it ws so easy. The guy was so nice and professional. he realized that everything was perfect and he didn’t need to wast his time talking too much or asking other questions. That’s something that i respect about United States. They never make things complicated. It seems like the whole system is based on how to make things more easy and simple. Sometimes, they really make it com-pli-ca-ted. For example, why is it that both the 1 cents and the 5 cents are larger than the 10 cents? No, for real. I need your comments on this, guys. I will create a petition on Facebook so the President, the Congress and the Senate will debate on that one. It has to be a national problem. Seriously? Come on people.

Now, it’s time to get the luggages. This is something i will never understand too. This is not a national problem, but an international “craziness”. Listen up people. Have you ever been waiting for your luggage and there are some people running from one side to an other side to have a good position to catch their luggage. I mean!!! For what? Maybe, if you read this post and always do the same, you can help me understand. Because, as far as i remember, i wait at the first point of the machine that i reach.

Ok, so i get the luggage and i felt a high need to call the family before i leave the airport. My roaming was not working. I stopped at a shop inside the airport to buy a sim card to be able to make calls. If you have ever been at Dulles international Airport, you must know where is located the Starbucks. So, there, close to the Starbucks coffee, i bought the most expensive sim card i have ever seen in my life. Cost? 100 dollars with 50 dollars of credit. Yes, one hundred dollars for a sim card. The guy certainly realized that i was in need and didn’t know any English, he then pushed the price. But, i have learned a lesson from that. He taught me to well prepare my next trip to China. Because, in China, it will be a whole different story. Ask Steve jobs who found out a few days ago that there were real fake apple stores.

Today, there is no regret. At least, i have a better English. At least i know that here, people love cheese-cake ( i am sorry, but i just can’t stand the cheese in the cake or the cake in the cheese.). At least, i was here, when Michelle was 44 years old when Barack Obama became the 44th President of the United States. At least, i know that i better have in my menu some Mac and cheese if i receive guests who happen to be American. At least, i know how to make my own caramel machiatto and that here, more and more people would prefere a “soy” milk with a little bit of “foam” in their “Grande” “Chai tea latte”. Wow. I love America.

But the best thing that will always amaze me is the first Amendment. It gives you, once in this country, more “civil rights” than you can expect even from your own country. Respect. America!


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A little introduction.

Yesterday, someone’s profile on Facebook kept my attention. I didn’t know that person but did like the “philosophy” describing her motto. I then “kindly asked” to be able to share it. She nicely accepted. Thank you!
It is a real lesson of humility. I broke it down in two parts. One part for Shakespeare. The other part for Maya Angelou. Today, i am posting PartI giving my take on each subject. Here is the entire philosophy copied from her profile:


Maya Angelou

“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Maya Angelou



“I always feel happy, you know why? Because I don’t expect anything from anyone; expectations always hurt.. Life is short.. So love your life.. Be happy.. And Keep smiling.. Just Live for yourself and always remember: 

Before you speak… Listen. Before you write… Think. Before you spend… Earn
Before you pray… Forgive. Before you hurt… Feel. Before you hate… Love
Before you quit… Try. Before you die… Live” Shakespeare


“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”

“Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.” 

Now, here is my take on Shakespeare. Thank you in advance for your comments and subscriptions.

Before you speak… Listen.

Sometimes, i have to admit it, i do not listen. At the end, i always realize that I missed the whole point. Regrets! Regrets! Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Is it smart? Nope. Then why the heck don’t I listen before to speak? Who do I think I am for not giving to the other people the respect they deserve by paying attention and listening before to even try to say something? How can I be appreciated if I don’t show respect by listening or being always ready to listen? I have learned so far that it is of my interest to let the other people do the talking. Anyway, the more I listen, the more I will learn. The more I talk, the more I am raising my chance to let go an opportunity to growth. Now, before I ever speak, I will listen, analyze and listen again and again…

Before you write… Think

Do I really have something to say? Is it worth it? What would it be if I just delayed it and give myself enough time to think about it? Do I understand that once written and published, it’s no longer just about me? But it will concern each and every eye that read it? I am not going to write today, for I may hurt someone.
Before you spend… Earn

I remember that yesterday I was as broke as I was at my first breath on mother earth. I had only 10 dollars in my pocket. Actually, it was 1 dollars bill. The rest, I had to take my coins at the store to bill them up. I took a shower. Ride a train and a bus. I partied all night long. The next day, when I woke up tired at the first degree, I loaned 100 dollars and bought the last 1Million of Paco Rabane. I went on a date with the rest of the money to watch the last Harry potter. Now what? Nothing at all! I was spending money that I didn’t work to earn.

Today is a new day. Today, I have new resolutions. I will work hard but smarter than the 5th grade. And before to spend what I earn, I will save some. So, when tough time like what we are living nowadays comes, I will have resources to use. Wisely. Today I have learned that saving follow earning. And spending follow saving.
Before you pray… Forgive 

In God we trust. I love the dollar for its symbol. I think that’s what makes it the most desired currency on earth. No joke. Seriously, do you know how many people are dying and fighting for a dime or a penny? I would love to talk about it. But that’s not what calls us here.

We are talking about real believers. Not those like me, myself and I. I pray everyday. I am praying right now anyway. But I still hate some people. I want them to die, to fail, to be broke. I want them to loose their car, their house. I wish them to go to jail, to have big time problem with their manager and finally loose their job. Finish this prayer. If you are Muslim like me you would have finished your prayer by “Assalamou Aleikoum”. If you are Christian like most part of my mom’s family, you would have said “Amen”. It doesn’t matter whose prophet you believe in. What matters is that there are too many of us, including Me, myself and I, who hate or wish bad to others.

And we call ourselves believers. B.S. Let’s be ashamed if right now, yesterday or before we hope or have hoped badly someone to be unsuccessful. Let’s forgive people. Let’s build a new world with less haters and more lovers. Let’s understand each other. Let’s accept others like they are and not like we would want them to be or to appear. Let’s close our eyes and remember that we all will die one day. We owe to the earth kindness if we want kindness in return.

Let’s cultivate courtesy. Let’s not consent to massive destruction.

Right now, finishing this paragraph, I am solely asking each, everyone, myself and “everyself” to forgive. I am going to redo all my prayers. And remember that: “It doesn’t matter where you are coming from. All that matters is where you are going.” Brian Tracy.

Before you hurt… Feel

My girl friend is so complicated. I love her but I will let her go. It’s almost not possible to have a life with her. She doesn’t understand that I have female friends. She doesn’t understand that I go out without her. Seriously! I am gone. Now what? Man, last time, she went out with her male friend for dinner and they finally ended up partying all night. I stayed home because I wanted to show her that I can handle this situation. Situation what! It was the longest night I have ever spent in my whole life. I was suffering. I couldn’t even breathe. My throat has never been so dry despite the 3 gallons of water that I swallowed.

Suddenly, I felt how hurt and destroyed she has always been the more than 100 times I was out with her at home waiting with a love that only women have the secret.

I swear, i will never again do the same mistake. It ruined her. It was ruined our relationship. If I didn’t get the chance to feel the pain she was experienced, I would have done a big mistake.

Now, I have learned that whenever someone complains about my attitude or my behaviors, I will put myself in his or her position. Because I want to feel what they fear so I can avoid mistakes and misunderstandings.

Sorry, if I hurt. I just didn’t feel you.
Before you hate… Love

I love this quote: “You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself. Each reflection is an opportunity for growth. Cherie Carter-Scott

What a wonderful but scary truth. I love Cherie Carter-Scott. And I will be blogging soon on her book “If life is a game, these are the rules”.

From my understanding, here is what this can mean. You cannot hate someone before you know who that person is. But, since you will never know someone perfectly, you cannot allow yourself the luxurious pleasure to hate him or her. If, stupid, i nevertheless get to hate that person, it’s a reflection of my own stupidity. And anyway, I am therefore stupid twice. I am stupid because i should never hate him or her. I am also stupid because what makes me hate that person is in me. I am looking down to my shoes now. Here, there, underneath. Did I see it? No I didn’t. Why do I want him to see it then?
Before you quit… Try

I have so much regrets about my life. Every time that it has been hard, I quitted. Now I have learned that winners never quit. None of us would have quitted if there were an earthquake. How many times did we hear on the news people who survive after many days of natural disaster? Think about the Chilean miners who became heroes. How about the engineers who planned and executed their rescue operation? If there were no determination, courage and willingness to survive (then not to quit), they wouldn’t be enjoying life today. Think about people rescued many days after the earthquake in Haiti before you ever decide to quit. Winners never quit.
Before you die… Live”

What are you talking about? I am alive. So I am living. What life am i living? Bob Marley, the world greatest singer that the earth has ever produced said it well: “Are you satisfied with the life you are living?.”  Who did I ever help? What did I ever do to save the nature? Did I ever create something for the exclusive benefit of the community? Am I good for my people? Am I good for my city? Am I honest? Am I humble? Am I trying to reconciliate people when I see that their relationship is damaged? Am I saying “I am sorry” and really meaning it when I am wrong?

Am I always saying the truth, only the truth and for the one and only interest of the truth? Am I keeping the door for the next person? Am I saying “Thank you”? Am I saying “Hi” to my neighbor, in the elevator, at the office, to the valet at the restaurant? NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

My life is full and rich. I drive the last BMW. I do not care about others. Why should I? I have everything that I need. Why am I bothering myself to even consider someone else? I just do not care. I am living my life that I was to live. My family does not matter. Only me and my happiness are important. I do not have friends. Women love me and all want to be with me…

My life was good until the IRS gave me an opportunity to a second chance. The caught me… I went to jail. In jail, only my mom was visiting me. I had enough time to think and realize that the life that I meant to live was not the one that I was enjoying. For none of those who showed me love and consideration were there when I was in trouble. Instead, those I always denied respect and consideration helped me to build the life that I meant to live. Now if I die, I will have no regret. For I have lived. Let’s die now and get a second chance to live. Let’s close that chapter of our life

“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”

“Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.” 

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.
“Mom and Dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring home with me.”
“Sure,” they replied, “we’d love to meet him.”

“There’s something you should know the son continued, “he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.”
“No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.”
“Son,” said the father, “you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a way to live on his own.”
At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn’t know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don’t like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren’t as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there’s someone who won’t treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!! There’s a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don’t know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings And you realize that Friendship Is God’s most precious gift! Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

We have all heard about China. It is one of the world most powerful country. Yet, we are always surprised when we read some stories. This one below, blows my face. A real-fake Apple store discovered. Two days after, disappeared from the surface of the earth. Like it never has been there.
Very interesting.
The question that i am asking is if the products were real or real-fake. If they were real, who is behind? If they are real-fake, who the heck is behind? Steve Jobs, mania of the world most loved gadgets, has a long way to go. You can be good at what you are doing. But hey, don’t play with China and Chinese. They will beat you up. No matter how strong you are. If you want a proof, go to Africa and see how the market is full of products from China. You will see them at every corner of every street of every quarter of every city of every country.
So now what? We call it Globalisation. Free market. Yet, we are not done with them.
Let’s come back to this story. Nice blog. Enjoy!
PS: The whole story can be fake. Watch out!

Are you listening, Steve Jobs? To address the main issue that people have been getting all bent out of shape about: the stores I photographed do not appear to be authorized Apple sellers. The list of resellers in Kunming that Apple’s website has published does not include the locations that I photographed. An employee at the main store photographed has confirmed that it is not an authorized reseller. Apple itself has confirmed that it is a fake. I will not be publishing on thi … Read More

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Spring is past. Summer has gone. And Winter is here. And the song that i meant to sing remain unsung. For i have spent my day stringing and unstringing my instrument.

Let’s watch this video to seize the real value of this previous sentence. We take so long sometimes, stringing and unstringing. Unfortunately, we never get the chance to do what we wanted to. We were too busy on the day-to-day activities. We don’t realize that time is money until we receive a wake-up call. No what? Learn from the past. Adjust the day. Dominate your future.