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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.)
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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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.
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.
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
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.
No fancy sophisticated words and full of grammatical errors. This is just a place where Sou can THINK OUT LOUD! This blog is a sneak peek at her complicated brain, mellow heart and colourful life. Enjoy!
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