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...

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.

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

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.

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 :(

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 :)