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
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
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? :)
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? :)
Sunday, December 28, 2008
hey you..
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
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
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..
Friday, July 11, 2008
pour exprimer les regrets
there must be a million things in life we regret, wish never happened or wish we could've changed. then again, it's necessary to remember that today exists by virtue (or by fault) of days and events gone by. If it's a good thing that we have the wisdom (albeit of hindsight), then this goodness must be the value of those mistakes made.
so let's value our mistakes well, for to learn, we must first learn how to fail.
now, let's try that in french. seriously, it's pretty clear that from "it's necessary...":
mais, il faut souvenir que le présent n'existe qu'à cause du passé.
okay skip skip too chim heh
donc, vaut bien des erreurs; pour qu'on sache comment réussir, il faut savoir comment échouer.
so let's value our mistakes well, for to learn, we must first learn how to fail.
now, let's try that in french. seriously, it's pretty clear that from "it's necessary...":
mais, il faut souvenir que le présent n'existe qu'à cause du passé.
okay skip skip too chim heh
donc, vaut bien des erreurs; pour qu'on sache comment réussir, il faut savoir comment échouer.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Belvedere BEAT
it's the last day of belvedere BEAT - after many bottles of pure, cytrus and pomerancza, several others topped with moet or VC.
the impending inactivity disturbs me - the month has been great, couldn't have asked for a better month of june. working on BEAT has also left me with superb memories of the people I work with: in no order of preference, Marie and Esther, Pierre (bien sur que oui!), Sam, jeremy, cherine and kelvin, dorothy and sebastian from creative forte, amanda and cassh from attica, eugene lim (yes.. arrete) from indochine, jeffrey, shahmil and umm from china one.
oh and how can anyone forget the St. Pierre Experience? The food was great, admittedly, although before and after wasn't exactly comforting.
well it's monday soon, and hopefully, not a day spent sitting waiting for an email or two to come in so i can have something to do. much rather study for french test on friday - mention tres bien, please.. how bad can my conjugations get?
pretty bad, actually. study.
the impending inactivity disturbs me - the month has been great, couldn't have asked for a better month of june. working on BEAT has also left me with superb memories of the people I work with: in no order of preference, Marie and Esther, Pierre (bien sur que oui!), Sam, jeremy, cherine and kelvin, dorothy and sebastian from creative forte, amanda and cassh from attica, eugene lim (yes.. arrete) from indochine, jeffrey, shahmil and umm from china one.
oh and how can anyone forget the St. Pierre Experience? The food was great, admittedly, although before and after wasn't exactly comforting.
well it's monday soon, and hopefully, not a day spent sitting waiting for an email or two to come in so i can have something to do. much rather study for french test on friday - mention tres bien, please.. how bad can my conjugations get?
pretty bad, actually. study.
Friday, June 13, 2008
La Mer
La mer, qu'on voit danser
le long des golfes clairs
a des reflets d'argent
La mer
des reflets changeant sous la pluie
la mer, au ciel d'été
confond ses blancs moutons
avec les anges si pur
la mer: bergère d'azur, infinie
voyez, près des étangs
ces grands roseaux mouillés
voyez, ces oiseaux blancs
et ces maisons rouillés
la mer, les a bercés
le long des golfes clairs
et d'une chanson d'amour, la mer
a bercé mon coeur pour la vie
Enfin.. heh.
le long des golfes clairs
a des reflets d'argent
La mer
des reflets changeant sous la pluie
la mer, au ciel d'été
confond ses blancs moutons
avec les anges si pur
la mer: bergère d'azur, infinie
voyez, près des étangs
ces grands roseaux mouillés
voyez, ces oiseaux blancs
et ces maisons rouillés
la mer, les a bercés
le long des golfes clairs
et d'une chanson d'amour, la mer
a bercé mon coeur pour la vie
Enfin.. heh.
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