Original : Say Aah by Trey Songz
Lindsay Pavo's version on The Voice
Yes, you may listen once more. Yes, I also sometimes wonder if it's the same song.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
The Voice
I love the concept that you should listen with your ears, and not the image of the person singing. Especially after Karl Langerfeld's unbelievably rude and ignorant comments about Adele's weight. Like, seriously, no appreciation for the voice, the talent, the feeling... So, yes I like the concept of the Voice, and I like the show in itself. Now sometimes, I get quite confuse when new versions or interpretation of songs come out. Now, this was a first for me...
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentine!
Happy Valentine's!
The loneliest day of the year for some, the happiest for others.
The saddest for me: my boobs got asked out but I didn't, how sad :(
Boys are hard to come by
Hard to find
When you find one, he either
leaves
stays and walks away
finds someone better
reject you in cold weather
Sadly enough
When all the hearts come out to play
And proclaim their love
I want to run and hide
Cry many tears
For my love stories
Always don't end well
And are very very real.
and for all the lonely souls out there
The loneliest day of the year for some, the happiest for others.
The saddest for me: my boobs got asked out but I didn't, how sad :(
Boys are hard to come by
Hard to find
When you find one, he either
leaves
stays and walks away
finds someone better
reject you in cold weather
Sadly enough
When all the hearts come out to play
And proclaim their love
I want to run and hide
Cry many tears
For my love stories
Always don't end well
And are very very real.
and for all the lonely souls out there
Monday, February 13, 2012
Ladidadida...
I have this sound stuck in my head.
It has for a long while. There's a bit of melancholy. A bit of joy.
A bit of everything I've felt.
I want to keep it near.
It reminds me of better days.
The best ones I've had with you.
Girls and Issues
The thing is, we're told to look a certain way.
And we obsess about it.
A lot. Even if we have confidence.
It's there. lurking in the back of our minds:
"Am I pretty?
Lovely?
Worthy?
Ugly?
Pudgy?
Lonely?"
We want to please, we really do.
But the standards, there not just too high, they're freakin' impossible.
No, I'll never look like Kate Moss. I'll always look like me.
I'm sorry I couldn't be what and who you wanted me to be.
And we obsess about it.
A lot. Even if we have confidence.
It's there. lurking in the back of our minds:
"Am I pretty?
Lovely?
Worthy?
Ugly?
Pudgy?
Lonely?"
We want to please, we really do.
But the standards, there not just too high, they're freakin' impossible.
No, I'll never look like Kate Moss. I'll always look like me.
I'm sorry I couldn't be what and who you wanted me to be.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Les sourds muets.
'Bouche toi les oreilles fort fort fort, tu entends comme je t'aime?'
Et si tu es loin,
Tu n'entends pas mes cris.
Les oreilles bouchées, ça aide pas.
Les yeux aveugles non plus.
Que faire,
Comment te faire réagir ?
DONE! (or not...)
Just finished my 5-page-essay on the Inclusion of Women's Health in Medical Education in the Republic of Georgia.
Tomorrow, after too many hours spent at church to count probably just looking for cute guys to fantasize about, I will go home
Eat my mother's wonder ful cooking.
I will then wish to die.
Because I will have to do a
-huge Math marked homework,
-write a story in Italian,
-read chapter 5 of The Big Friendly Giant (in Italian),
-study for a poetry oral exam in Spanish and
-study for my Baccalaureat Mock French Oral exam (which counts for like, all my marks).
I will then sleep once again at 3 in the morning like today.
Cry of dispair.
Cry because I spent my whole vacation week procrastinating because I do nothing but work.
Obviously, someone needs to learn how to time manage.
OBVIOUSLY, my work is never done :(
Tomorrow, after too many hours spent at church to count probably just looking for cute guys to fantasize about, I will go home
Eat my mother's wonder ful cooking.
I will then wish to die.
Because I will have to do a
-huge Math marked homework,
-write a story in Italian,
-read chapter 5 of The Big Friendly Giant (in Italian),
-study for a poetry oral exam in Spanish and
-study for my Baccalaureat Mock French Oral exam (which counts for like, all my marks).
I will then sleep once again at 3 in the morning like today.
Cry of dispair.
Cry because I spent my whole vacation week procrastinating because I do nothing but work.
Obviously, someone needs to learn how to time manage.
OBVIOUSLY, my work is never done :(
My Husband
This is the John Butler Trio.
John Butler is my husband.
He just doesn't know it yet.
My lover/friend/boyfriend/whatever-he-is doeesn't know it yet either :)
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Lack
Lack of Sleep
Lack of Love
Lack of Peace
Lacking a lot of things...
And lack means boy trouble:
My friend is leading 3 guys on
And though I love him
And he loves me
I can't be the one
He wants me to be
Life is so unfair...
Small World
Here's the deal: the world is very small. And home to a lot of people.
That means that all the good stuff isn't necessarily going to land on your knees, just like that.
That means you're going to have to fight for what you have and what you want.
THAT means that you have to be strong.
The truth is, I'm very very weak.
And I was never a fighter.
And that quitting sounds a hell of a whole lot easier.
And that I want to be 5 again and not have to think about :
- the future
- the end of the world
- what tomorrow is going to be like
- homework
- any other type of work excpet finger painting.
And kids these days think they have it hard...
That means that all the good stuff isn't necessarily going to land on your knees, just like that.
That means you're going to have to fight for what you have and what you want.
THAT means that you have to be strong.
The truth is, I'm very very weak.
And I was never a fighter.
And that quitting sounds a hell of a whole lot easier.
And that I want to be 5 again and not have to think about :
- the future
- the end of the world
- what tomorrow is going to be like
- homework
- any other type of work excpet finger painting.
And kids these days think they have it hard...
Friday, February 10, 2012
Snap
I think I snapped out of it. Finally.
But I know it's not definite. I'll visit this place again.
I'm finally starting my homework.
Snapping out of it.
But for how long??
Obviously, music had a lot to do with it :)
I tell you, music is going to save the world when nothing else will.
But I know it's not definite. I'll visit this place again.
I'm finally starting my homework.
Snapping out of it.
But for how long??
Obviously, music had a lot to do with it :)
I tell you, music is going to save the world when nothing else will.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
I think I'm losing it.
Losing myself.
To the dark matter
In my head.
The things I'd do
to make the voices stop.
I wish I would be left alone
Could read
and play piano
days on end
And not worry
about tomorrow
And the sorrows
it will bring.
I wish I could be helped
I have to help myself
How can you do that
When you can barely think at all?
Losing myself.
To the dark matter
In my head.
The things I'd do
to make the voices stop.
I wish I would be left alone
Could read
and play piano
days on end
And not worry
about tomorrow
And the sorrows
it will bring.
I wish I could be helped
I have to help myself
How can you do that
When you can barely think at all?
Dark Hamartia
Dark. Opposite of Light. The stuff stuck in my brain I can't get out.
Hamartia. A Fatal Flaw. I've got many. You probably do too.
Why I chose this name, I don't know. It's like I attract negative energy (which I probably do). It's hard to stay focused. Motivated.
To stay sane.
To stay human.
In a world that wants to shape you. Mold you. Conform you.
And you try to fight.
You want to break free.
Be yourself.
Be.
But it's so hard.
Especially with your fatal flaws.
Your Dark Hamartias.
Hamartia. A Fatal Flaw. I've got many. You probably do too.
Why I chose this name, I don't know. It's like I attract negative energy (which I probably do). It's hard to stay focused. Motivated.
To stay sane.
To stay human.
In a world that wants to shape you. Mold you. Conform you.
And you try to fight.
You want to break free.
Be yourself.
Be.
But it's so hard.
Especially with your fatal flaws.
Your Dark Hamartias.
Stuff
Sometimes, I like things (no I'm not depressed all the time) and I will tell you some of the stuff I like. Mostly music and books.
Music-wise, right now I'm really loving Princess Of China by Coldplay f. Rihanna, Play & Win by Ya Bb, Close Yours Eyes by The Fifth Member and The Lion's Roar by First Aid Kit.
First Post
Hi. This is my first post. Well, not the first one ever for me. Just the first one on this blog.
I'm kind of lost in my life. 16 and don't really know what I'm going to do. What I'm doing. With my life. Which is slightly scary.
There's the "Let's Talk" campaign from Bell, that talks about mental illness. I think I may have hum.. something like that. Or I'm hypochondriac and I have a terrible case of dysmorphia. Which sums up pretty well how my life is going right now.
It's funny because everyone around thinks I'm ok. Or rather, that there's something wrong, but I'll get over it. Positive attitude and all. The things is, I have a pessimistic nature. I'm self-pitying. I indulge in telling myself I suck. And the more I dig myself a hole, the better I feel. Michael Kimber said that positive attitude is a load of crap and rational attitude is better. Also mentioned something in the lines of "Telling someone [with mental illness, I'm guessing] to have a positive attitude is like telling a guy in a wheelchair to run". I'm inclined to agree. (Don't quote me on what he said though, I may be totally wrong.
I kind of need to get my shit together.
Which is easier said than done.
Welcome to my world.
I'm kind of lost in my life. 16 and don't really know what I'm going to do. What I'm doing. With my life. Which is slightly scary.
There's the "Let's Talk" campaign from Bell, that talks about mental illness. I think I may have hum.. something like that. Or I'm hypochondriac and I have a terrible case of dysmorphia. Which sums up pretty well how my life is going right now.
It's funny because everyone around thinks I'm ok. Or rather, that there's something wrong, but I'll get over it. Positive attitude and all. The things is, I have a pessimistic nature. I'm self-pitying. I indulge in telling myself I suck. And the more I dig myself a hole, the better I feel. Michael Kimber said that positive attitude is a load of crap and rational attitude is better. Also mentioned something in the lines of "Telling someone [with mental illness, I'm guessing] to have a positive attitude is like telling a guy in a wheelchair to run". I'm inclined to agree. (Don't quote me on what he said though, I may be totally wrong.
I kind of need to get my shit together.
Which is easier said than done.
Welcome to my world.
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