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Virginie Ledoyen

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April Fools? I think I'm the Fool. [02 Apr 2005|07:56am]
Mmm, so another April Fool's Day has come and gone. The idea has never bode well with me, ever since I was a kid. The thought of other kids playing tricks and being condoned for them just didn't seem right. We're supposed to be morally upstanding characters, with good ethics and a sense of where we come from and where we're going. How does playing tricks on others fit in with all that?

Okay, so maybe it's more of an issue with a day of letting loose, and playing tricks when ordinarily you aren't supposed to. But eager pranksters would spend the whole year building up to April first, waiting, creating new tricks, developing them, just so that they can make that day more memorable than all the rest. Isn't that a little bit unhealthy? It seems like it to me. People always tell me that it's just a day of good fun, when a person can just goof off and not worry about getting in trouble for it, but I always seem to think that there is so much more to it. Like we are endorsing tricks and whatnot. As you can probably tell, I'm not a big fan of April Fool's Day.

The sudden influx of holidays in these past two centuries have my mind spinning. There is Ground Hog's Day, Take-Your-Children-To-Work Day, even a No Housework Day. What is going on? Holidays (even if school and work are still mandatory) are supposed to be for special occasions when we honor each other or someone who made a difference in history or an independence, isn't it? That's why we have Christmas, and Mother's Day, and Valentine's Day, and even for you Americans, Thanksgiving, right? Call me traditional or close-minded, but I'd rather have a few select holidays when I know that what I'm celebrating is genuine, and not just something made up so that some random day can be a holiday.

I'm being pessimisstic, I know. I'm usually an optimist, but when it comes to a holiday like this one, at the expense of other people (okay that's not entirely true but it could be. One of my friends broke a leg from an April Fool's joke), I can't help but wonder if it really is worth it. All in the name of good fun? Not to me, and not to the dozens of people who might get hurt. There are so many other ways to have fun, why can't we just resort to those instead?

My paid account and icons are running out in a few days. Soon I will be once again cast off to the street with three measly icons. Sob. The streets of Paris are not extremely friendly to those who have a limited number of icons, so will someone please save me? I beg of you, icon fairy, please give me my 50 icons back. I'm too attached! Haha.
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useless, useless. [17 Mar 2005|12:42pm]
This update is for Franka. I have nothing much to say. Lilas is sleeping and the scent of roses fills the air. Today is going to be a happy day. I can feel it.
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And what is paradise to you? [26 Feb 2005|06:38am]
[ mood | content ]

A few years ago, when we were still working on The Beach, a reporter asked me that question. For a few minutes I couldn't answer. There are so many places you can consider to be paradise. Anguilla, Barbados, California, Denmark, Egypt, France... the list could go on and on and on. In that moment of silence the reporter nodded to me, thrusting her tape recorder to my lips. So I answered, something that I didn't expect to come out.

To me, There is not a geographic place for paradise... I would say that paradise is when I'm doing what I like and when I'm with people I love.

Maybe I'm in paradise right now.

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A big thanks. [16 Feb 2005|05:39pm]
[ mood | ecstatic ]

To whoever got me a paid account and extra userpics, thank you. I am extremely grateful. Merci, mi amour. <3 I only have 46 icons though. Drew graciously provided me 20 or so beautiful amazing ones. 4 more icons and I'm all set.

I promise a more substantial update later.

EDIT: Okay so it's confirmed. This Friday I'm jetting off to New York to catch up with my beloved Milla because she is just so worth flying for. If you are in the area and want to have some fun come along with us. We'll teach you the antics of our old fashioned European grandmothers.

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a day of love [15 Feb 2005|09:47am]
[ mood | full of cookies ]

I'm a little late, but Happy Valentine's Day to everyone. I spent mine with my daughter, making heart shaped chocolates with red and white sprinkles. Everyone who lives in France will probably get a taste of them; we made too many.

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L'amour. [01 Feb 2005|07:31pm]
[ mood | worried ]

What is love to you? To me it's this overwhelming feeling that you get in your chest at the sight, sound, or smell of somebody. It's when you're in over your head and your feet are stuck in the mud. Yet you can't get out because somehow, you're planted. You just want to stay there and experience that moment forever, willing it to last.

I've loved several people in my life thus far. My parents, my daughter, my wives (Charlize, you know what I"m talking about), my brother, the father to my child. But for some reason when somebody asks me if I love them, I can't say it. I can't say the words out loud. I can write them. I can play them back in my mind, but they refuse to come out from my mouth. I love you. Je t'adore. Te amo. Ich liebe dich. Ti amo. I could go on forever. My brain knows these words inside out yet my lips are still mere beginners.

Is it a curse I have recieved for some malintentioned deed? If so I would gladly and wholeheartedly take back whatever I said or did so that I can express, once and for all, this beautiful emotion. Because love conquers all, doesn't it?

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bisous [18 Jan 2005|08:59am]
[ mood | much, much better. ]

J'aime all of you that commented on my "I'm-having-a-bad-day-I-want-to-kill-myself" entry. Merci. I feel much better now, though still a little bit sick. I'll be up and at 'em in no time though, I promise.

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save me. [11 Jan 2005|12:49pm]
[ mood | sad ]

I am sad today, and I am not exactly sure why. This dark cloud is hovering above me and won't leave me alone despite my efforts to make it leave. The bottoms of my feet are painful yet I thought this had already been fixed. Today is not a good day.

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without a sign. [05 Jan 2005|02:54pm]
[ mood | confused ]

After halleberry's post, I wanted to know when I would hit that one year mark myself. The results were a little disheartening. Let's have a looksee, shall we?

Account type: Free Account
Date created: 2003-12-21 06:46:19
Date updated: 2004-12-31 12:38:51, 4 days ago
Journal entries: 59

I passed my own one year mark without even noticing it. It's just like me to do that. What with Lilas and the premieres and shows I've had to attend this past season, I haven't had time to just lounge around and relax. But now that this season is coming to a close and everybody is busy preparing for spring, I'm going to presume I have some time to lie back and breathe.

I've been having strange cravings for chocolate lately. In the morning, after dinner, at midnight. It's as if my mind has an alarm for chocolate. 7:00. Brring!. I wake up, regardless of how many hours of sleep I've had, and reach into the refrigerator for some Godiva dark chocolate. Then after that my brain softens, and I fall back into a deep slumber (if I have no early engagements that day.) Then after dinner, when I'm watching the television or outside walking with some friends, something in my body pops, and I have to duck into a convenience store to buy some chocolate. Kinder. Mars Bars, anything will do at that point. It's like I depend on cacao to survive. That's not healthy, is it? Next thing you know my agent is going to be at my back again about my weight. When will she understand that I simply don't want to starve myself in order to attain the skinny model figure? I'm 5'7"! Too short to be a model anyway. She keeps shoving me into these modeling extravaganzas when what I want to do is act. I really need to think about switching management.

I had a nice talk with Sophie yesterday about raising children, and the men that they call Papi. In my world the males would not have the opportunity to just walk away like mine did, or drink alcohol excessively in front of the children before they are of age. See the thing is, why is it that we must be so responsible for our children, and the way they grow up, while the men can just walk up after sex and never see you again?

I'm not 22. Not 25. I've been around the world and back in search of answers and I found none. Zilch. Who holds the answer key to all of my insinuating inquiries? I really would like to have a nice long chat with him/her.

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to kristin. [31 Dec 2004|08:35pm]
for the girl with the beautiful brown eyes and delightful wit, these are sure to complement your eyes, and this, to go with it.

Happy Birthday, Kristin. May this year bring you something special that you never would expect. Sorry the greeting is a day late. Bisous. :-*
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a brand new year. [31 Dec 2004|08:24pm]
[ mood | happy ]

It's going to be 2005 in a few hours and I'm off to a party in Paris to watch as the clock ticks away into a brand new year. I'm thankful for everything that has happened this year, both the bad and the good, because there is always something to be learned from the bad. After all, you have to take the bitter with the sweet. Lilas is getting ready for bed as I am typing this. She told me herself that she would rather wake up to a new year than to watch it come by. Everyday the girl gets a little bit smarter.

Thanks to Alessandra, I did finish my Christmas shopping. Proof that two heads work better than one. We had some strange adventures in Saks Fifth with old ladies who tried to steal our cashmere gloves. Haha. And I had to fly to New York to get it done too. I'm going to have to visit her again soon, that girl is way too much fun to pass up.

Guillame, I just had to mention this to you. My parents saw you on television a few nights ago and called me to ask if I knew you. I laughed out loud after our whole conversation about you meeting my parents. Ha!

Happy 2005, you. I hope you all celebrate it fantastically. Comment and let me know how your night went. ;)

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another birthday post. [18 Dec 2004|10:32pm]
Bon Anniversaire, Brad! May this year be filled with everything you hoped for and more.
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for a special lady on her special day. [17 Dec 2004|03:19pm]
[ mood | ecstatic ]


Here's wishing you lots of love, laughter, and joy, with dashes of amethyst and the promise of rising stars, because you already are one. Bon Anniversaire, cherie.

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mierde. [15 Dec 2004|02:51pm]
alskdjflakjselkjladf. and i'm back in the game. lkajdlfkjalsijdflaijsl. romanian music makes me laugh. very much.
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OOC [21 Nov 2004|11:40pm]
Only if you careCollapse )
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Paris Fashion Week [20 Oct 2004|11:15pm]
[ mood | happy ]

Nothing like the Chanel show.

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compatibility. [02 Oct 2004|04:51pm]
BandwagonCollapse )
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another birthday wish. [19 Sep 2004|09:09am]
[ mood | strangely amused ]

Bon Anniversaire, Monsieur Fallon!

I hope this year brings you all you wish for and more. And hopefully no paper white make-up.

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le twin. [17 Sep 2004|08:36pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]

Rose arrived a few days ago. She is in Paris, complaining about how the air is different. I suppose it is beacuse of the incessant smoking the French do, amour. It isn't my fault, we were brought up this way. Anyway.

As Rose has been unable to get over the difference in the air, we've been sitting around the house watching silly movies and bawling our eyes out, with the whole entourage of ice cream, cookies, crepes, french pastries, baguettes, and every single type of food possible. I bought her some Kinder Eggs the other day to surprise her. Rose enjoys such little trinkets too much. *laughs*

What else have we done? Raided the kitchen and made some great food. Of course, that took some diligence and patience. Our first attempt at bouillabaisse turned out insanely horrible. It was like water with a piece of fish. What went wrong? Don't ask me. I think it was the fact that we were watching some French soap while letting it cook. Rose, surprisingly, understands a lot of French for an Australian. But I digress. The fact of the matter is that in the end, we made some lovely soup and a great meal to go with that. Anybody in Paris is welcome to a taste if they wish one.

I'm going to try to convince Rose to leave the house tomorrow. The weather's going to be far too nice; I checked.

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