La liberté c'est l'enfer quand elle tombe sur un coeur prisonnier
Enchaîné comme aux galères
Au coeur de son âme soeur, de sa moitié
Les chaînes se sont brisées
Et mon coeur n'appartient plus à personne
A quarante ans bien sonné
J'ai peur qu'il ne soit perdu à jamais

Coeur à prendre, pas à vendre, à donner
Un peu naze, un peu d'occase, un peu cassé
Coeur en miettes, en détresse, en compote
En morceaux, en lambeaux, au fond des bottes

Il a aimé bien longtemps
La plus belle de tous les temps
Il a chanté,
L'a battu pendant vingt ans
Pour un amour à présent
Envolé
Il a eu plus que d'aucun
Du bonheur au quotidien
Chaque seconde
Il a pleuré en silence
Pour l'éternelle souffrance
De ce monde

Coeur à prendre, pas à vendre, à donner
Un peu naze, un peu d'occase, un peu cassé
Coeur en miettes, en détresse, en compote
En morceaux, en lambeaux, au fond des bottes

Qui voudra bien ramasser
Ce petit coeur abandonné, à la casse
C'est pas un cadeau ma belle
Il est plein d'idées rebelles
Mais hélas, il aura du mal un jour
A croire encore à l'amour
Si tu veux
Je t'offre ce coeur perdu
Qui n'aimera jamais plus
Ou si peu

Inner peace - "for the lulz"

the quote is highly appropriate, i believe. credits to david huang.

in my last msn conversation before i proceeded to subject myself to 45 minutes of self torture at RPM class, i was asked a pretty unexpected question:
"How do you entertain yourself so well?"
to which i responded, admittedly without much thought,
"you have to find inner peace.. lol"

but isn't that what it was always about? I've spent the last few days here, in London, almost alone. The rest of my batchmates are either in Singapore or somewhere in Europe on holiday. The ones left, I can count with one hand: Bobo, Eileen and Jess.

Well, alright, we could include weijun who was here last week, and is currently frolicking all around the united kingdom (rightly so. i, on the contrary, am financially limited and hence confined to the domains of well, arbitrarily, London).

It is, however, interesting to note how the last few almost-solitary days have indeed been enjoyable:
30 Dec - Victoria & Albert Museum £0.00, Notting Hill in search of the travel book store. obviously didn't find it.
2 Jan - Dirty Dancing @ Aldwych £22.50 (originally £62.50. hmm. good deal)
3 Jan - The 39 Steps @ Criterion Theatre £15.00 (originally £22.50. not that good a deal).
4 Jan - Oedipus @ National Theatre £10.00 (originally.. £10. good seats nonetheless.)
5 Jan - sleep. tired you know.
6 Jan - Tate Modern £0.00 (freaked out by viennese actionism. no really. go look.)
7 Jan - Saatchi Gallery £0.00 (not bad at all. and you thought chinese art was about mountains and rivers. okay yes, there were mountains and rivers)
8 Jan - sleep
9 Jan (today) - RPM class. and i don't dare to sleep, lest the aches emerge when I wake.

fulfilling.

would've been impossible without "inner peace", non? :)