someday, when i'm awfully low
when the world is cold
i will feel a glow
just thinking of you
and the way you look tonight
oh, but you're lovely
with your smile so warm
and your cheeks so soft
there is nothing for me
but to love you
just the way you look tonight
with each word
your tenderness grows
tearing my fear apart
and that laugh
that wrinkles your nose
touches my foolish heart
lovely
never never change
keep that breathless charm
won't you please arrange it
cos i, i love you
just the way you look tonight
just the way you look tonight
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
bonjour, monde :s
it's been a pretty long time since the last post, apparently. and because exact dates don't make sense to me that much anymore, i conclude that the reference to le PQP implies sometime while i was still doing french at l'alliance française.. probably while pascal was on holiday, with janet.. so that'd be somewhere about a month before my last day at MHD.
quite a lot has passed since then - 5 months or so? just in case anyone's wondering, french is still very much a part of my daily life, manifested in music, the news on tv5monde and homework. oui, les devoirs. ne te trompes pas en croyant que j'avais arrêté d'apprendre le français, d'accord? :) en fait, maintenant, il fait une partie bcp plus grande qu'avant - une unité sur quatre, les quatre unités que j'ai besoin de finir cette année academique à UCL.
so that's brought us conveniently to UCL - i'm not counting days since I left (or since the last mambo or the last chicken rice, wanton mee or mee pok. or 菜饭 meal), however. it's not exactly a sad event, although to say that it was emotionless would be a horrid lie. Life here has been good - it's hard to ask for more when most things are indeed going well, by objective standards. of course, perfection cannot be expected, neither can absolute coherence with personal goals and desires. there have been pleasant surprises, of course, but also a handful of not-too-pleasant ones, although one would stop short of condemning them to the "to be forgotten" bin.
oh yes, i remember the can of redken mousse falling on my keyboard and the resulting need to replace it. damn.
family came for a visit, left just yesterday night. in a whirlwind 180km/h (on average) holiday, chasing TGVs once every 2 days, from St. Pancras to Gare du Nord, to Gare Cornavin, to Gare St. Charles, back to Gare du Nord and finally St. Pancras. 3 cities in a week, more walking on french speaking soil that i've ever done in my life, and a greater percentage of thinking and speaking in french than even in class. if anything illustrates the magnitude of the effects that experience had, then it must be how i said "bonjour" to the fitness first receptionist, "merci, au revoir" to the waiter at the malaysian resto on charing cross road, and "pardon" when i bumped into this old lady on the way out from st. pancras. oh, and possibly, how i suddenly notice how impolite we sound when we don't use le conditionnel heh - "would I happen to be able to have a little more water please?" heh.. well.. "est-ce qu'on pourrait avoir un peu plus de l'eau?"
if it weren't for the fact that the only french word in my vocabulary last year was bonjour (not least thanks to the bread brand..), i'd have thrown in applications to study in france. then again, we never know how things would've turned out, do we? it does feel good to always know that UCL's no shabby institution, as much as this city.. cette ville.. elle est TROP laide en comparaison avec la belle Paris heh. at least the weather's good..
quite a lot has passed since then - 5 months or so? just in case anyone's wondering, french is still very much a part of my daily life, manifested in music, the news on tv5monde and homework. oui, les devoirs. ne te trompes pas en croyant que j'avais arrêté d'apprendre le français, d'accord? :) en fait, maintenant, il fait une partie bcp plus grande qu'avant - une unité sur quatre, les quatre unités que j'ai besoin de finir cette année academique à UCL.
so that's brought us conveniently to UCL - i'm not counting days since I left (or since the last mambo or the last chicken rice, wanton mee or mee pok. or 菜饭 meal), however. it's not exactly a sad event, although to say that it was emotionless would be a horrid lie. Life here has been good - it's hard to ask for more when most things are indeed going well, by objective standards. of course, perfection cannot be expected, neither can absolute coherence with personal goals and desires. there have been pleasant surprises, of course, but also a handful of not-too-pleasant ones, although one would stop short of condemning them to the "to be forgotten" bin.
oh yes, i remember the can of redken mousse falling on my keyboard and the resulting need to replace it. damn.
family came for a visit, left just yesterday night. in a whirlwind 180km/h (on average) holiday, chasing TGVs once every 2 days, from St. Pancras to Gare du Nord, to Gare Cornavin, to Gare St. Charles, back to Gare du Nord and finally St. Pancras. 3 cities in a week, more walking on french speaking soil that i've ever done in my life, and a greater percentage of thinking and speaking in french than even in class. if anything illustrates the magnitude of the effects that experience had, then it must be how i said "bonjour" to the fitness first receptionist, "merci, au revoir" to the waiter at the malaysian resto on charing cross road, and "pardon" when i bumped into this old lady on the way out from st. pancras. oh, and possibly, how i suddenly notice how impolite we sound when we don't use le conditionnel heh - "would I happen to be able to have a little more water please?" heh.. well.. "est-ce qu'on pourrait avoir un peu plus de l'eau?"
if it weren't for the fact that the only french word in my vocabulary last year was bonjour (not least thanks to the bread brand..), i'd have thrown in applications to study in france. then again, we never know how things would've turned out, do we? it does feel good to always know that UCL's no shabby institution, as much as this city.. cette ville.. elle est TROP laide en comparaison avec la belle Paris heh. at least the weather's good..
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