Well at least I hope you do!

I’ve decided to hop onto the Facebook Page wagon and create one. I know you love me, so go ahead and be my fan! (Please?) :)

Till next time world.

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I’ve reached the second stage, and yes, I’ll bite you in the face if I have to. Try not to piss me off until I’ve reached the fourth stage.

On a lighter note, I’ve really taken to blogging again; a few months ago this blog was almost abandoned, and now I can’t stop posting! Aren’t you the luckiest readers ever? (I need the ego boost.)

Till next time world.

So it’s a little obvious I’ve been obsessing over anything French lately, I know. Hey, whatever helps me brush up on my almost non-existent French skills!

Anyway, I was listening to yet another Françoise Hardy song, Comment Te Dire Adieu, and I absolutely loved this part:

Mon coeur de silex vite prend feu.
Ton coeur de pyrex résiste au feu.

Haha! I mean isn’t that the cutest thing ever?! It translates to: “My Silex heart is flammable, your Pyrex heart is fire resistant.”

Sad but true.

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So what’s your heart made of? Silex or Pyrex?

Till next time world.

I was at CBTL with Amethyst, D and R this afternoon after class, and Amethyst, hit my arm. That evil, evil woman hit me!

Yes, that’s her hand print on my arm!

Another day in the life of Sou. Oh how thrilling!!!

Leaving you with a song by an artist D recommended to me; The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson. Enjoy!

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Till next time world.

I’m wincing in pain as I type this out.

I’ve gone and done the stupid thing of biting off all my nails down to the flesh. I blame it on my weak self-control and bloody stress. The pain is unbelievable, and I’m literally wincing in pain! I have nobody to blame but myself. The worst part about this, is the fact that I’ve got a bloody research paper to write. Rashisha suggested I band-aid my fingertips to refrain from biting my non-existing nails any further. If anything, it’s added to my discomfort, but hey, I can’t bite through the band-aid, so it’s working.

Oh, and can someone explain to me why it’s so bloody complicated to find out how to get a visa to go to Dubai?!!! I mean for crying out loud!!! How many phone transfers does one have to endure?!! Oh, and so far, I’ve received five different methods on how to obtain a visa, and every single one bloody clashes against the other! I’m a heartbeat away from giving up…actually, you know what. Screw it, it’s Monday evening, and I was planning on flying out Friday morning; seriously, screw it. I might as well stay here and finish off my bloody research paper, and wince in pain as I type.

AND IF THAT’S NOT ENOUGH; the other day my professor said: “I feel sorry for the man who’ll end up with you.” Yeah?! Well the last time I checked he was my professor, not my matchmaker! I mean seriously. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL’S GOING ON?!!

An excess use of “bloody” and italics. Yes, I’m very pissed off.

Till next time world.

Please remind me why I’m missing out on this. Oh, wait, no…I know why I’m missing out, and whose fault it is.

You know, this isn’t doing anything but making me an extra bitter woman.

I WANT TO GO! I BLOODY WANT TO GO, DAMN IT!!!!!!

I watched The Kite Runner last night.

I can’t get “for you, a thousand times over” out of my head, I just can’t. Both times they were said in the movie made me tear.

Overall it was a great movie; unfortunately, I can’t really remember the exact details of the book because I read it back in 2005. If you haven’t watched the movie, then go out and read the book - yes read it first then watch the movie.

As I was watching the trailer to embed in the post, I actually cried. To most it might not be considered a tear-jerking movie, but it is…oh it really is. From Amir and Hasan’s close relationship, to the guilt Amir lives with for turning his back away from Hasan when he needed his help the most, and basically the rest of the major events that occur throughout the movie.

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I’m aware this post isn’t exactly very coherent, but this beats trying to write my research paper.

Till next time world.

If only I could put in words how much I hate her right now.
If only I could put in words how much I hate him right now.

I might use the word ‘hate’ to express my dislike in general, but I don’t usually mean it in the literal sense. However, this time I mean it; I mean it in every possible way. Call me bitter, call me a child, call me a bitch. I don’t care.

Hatred is a wasted emotion, but I can’t help but feel this way.

I want to cry.
I want to scream.
I want to laugh.

I want peace of mind.

What’s going to happen now?!

Leaving you with Mon Amie La Rose by Francoise Hardy. It’s an absolutely beautiful French song from the 70s, and the lyrics are sad, yet very beautiful. You’ll find the French and English lyrics at the end of the post (the second verse is my favourite). Enjoy.

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Refrain: On est bien peu de chose  Et mon amie la rose  Me l’a dit ce matin.	Chorus:  We are truly insignificant And that’s what my friend the rose Told me this morning
Couplet I -  A l’aurore je suis née  Baptisée de rosée. Je me suis épanouie Heureuse et amoureuse Aux rayons du soleil Me suis fermée la nuit Me suis réveillée vieille.  Pourtant j’étais très belle  Oui, j’étais la plus belle  Des fleurs de ton jardin.	Verse 1: I was born at dawn Baptised in dew I blossomed In the rays of the sun Happy and in love I closed my petals at night And when I awoke I was old. Yet I had been beautiful Yes, I was the most beautiful Of all the flowers in your garden
Refrain II -  On est bien peu de chose  Et mon amie la rose  Me l’a dit ce matin.	Chorus: as before
Couplet II -  Vois le Dieu qui m’a faite  Me fait courber la tête,  Et je sens que je tombe  Et je sens que je tombe  Mon coeur est presque nu,  J’ai le pied dans la tombe, Déjà je ne suis plus. Tu m’admirais que hier Et je serais poussière  Pour toujours demain.	Verse 2 See, the God that made me Now makes me bow my head And I feel I’m falling And I feel I’m falling My heart is almost bare I have a foot in my grave Already I am nothing You admired me only yesterday And I shall be dust Forever, tomorrow
Refrain III -  On est bien peu de chose  Et mon amie la rose  Est morte ce matin.	Chorus: We are truly insignificant And my friend the rose  Died this morning
Couplet III -  La lune cette nuit  A veillé mon amie  Moi en rêve j’ai vu  Eblouissante et nue  Son âme qui dansait  Bien au-delà des nues Et qui me souriait.  Crois celui qui peut croire.  Moi, j’ai besoin d’espoir,  Sinon je ne suis rien.	Verse 3 Last night the moon Kept vigil over my friend And in a dream I saw Her soul, dancing Dazzling and naked, Above the heavens, Smiling on me. Let those who can, believe But I need Hope Or else I am nothing

There’s nothing like eating mama’s homemade kibbeh when I’m feeling super low.

I had an insanely shitty day. No, I don’t want to write about it.

Leaving you with one of my favourite songs of all time; it’s one of those songs that serves as an invisible hand that pats me on the shoulder, reassuring me that no matter how bad life gets, things are going to be alright. Leaving you with Vienna by Billy Joel.

Where’s the fire, what’s the hurry about?
You better cool it off before you burn it out.
You got so much to do, and only
So many hours in a day.

Till next time world.

This video totally broke my heart. Poor woman.

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Till next time world.