Heart’s A Mess
September 7, 2008
Nos Envies, Nos Amours
April 27, 2008
I wrote some strange things, few of thembarely funny which clearly defeats the purpose of this blawg where you, dear anonymous reader, is supposed to laugh WITH me. At least, you can laugh at me. I guess maybe laughing out loud won’t be the purpose for writing here.
Once upon a time I wrote for the sake of humor, on another public avenue prior to this. But it got tiring to write for an audience. I tempered and twisted what I thought and felt just to make it mildly humorous. I think about every single word I write. Can you imagine how long that takes? I wanted to write about more genuine things and moved over here. I wanted to remember things properly as they should be so that I really am in every word. Lo and behold, they are really pathetic stuff. I’m just laaaaaaaaame. That’s just how I roll, folks.
Heh, even with all of this I have yet to write a coherent paragraph for a project about hope and my homeland. Go figure. I’m vacillating between writing a very angry open letter or a fairytale bordering on delusional.
So with all of this emotionally charged poasty toasts, it only seems fitting that I end this with a song in a foreign language. It’s a pretty song sung by Feist. My French is terrible so you could probably do a better job looking it up on Babelfish. I cheated though and using an arsenal of online translators this is what I came up with. Do correct me if I’m wrong!
To listen: Feist - La Meme Histoire
Quel est donc ce lien entre nous, cette chose indéfinissable?
Où vont ces destins qui se nouent pour nous rendre inséparables?
What is this bond between us, this indefinable thing?
Where do these destinies go, to tie up themselves and render us inseparable?
On vit au jour le jour, nos envies nos amours
On s’en va sans savoir on est toujours dans la même histoire
We live from day to day, our desires, our loves
We go without knowing we are always in the same story

Don’t Let Them Know Where We’ll Hide Today.
February 5, 2008

I have a radio prophet. Except instead of a radio, I use my mp3 player. Think of it like the magic 8 ball. You ask it a question and it gives you an answer through the mystical cosmos by giving you the most appropriate song. The message is in the song of course. So instead of the radio, I click forward down my playlist randomly whenever it feels like stopping and voila.
Can you believe that I believe this stuff?
This song has been picked out a couple of times these last few days and I can’t quite figure out why.
maybe i’ll hide with you
Stop counting please
They’re all fake me’s
Don’t mind if I break down again
I can always hide from this town
Don’t let them know
where we’ll hide today
It’s all for you
And all you say to me is hanging on to yesterday
letting up despite great faults - download
So what does that mean?
