Peut-être nous n'avons pas besoin d'amour. Peut-être c'est une aide que nous avons vraiment besoin (Maybe we don't need love after all. Maybe help it what we really need)

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Life is merely a journey to the grave, but to make the journey become a beautiful parade or a dark mourning ceremony is all in your hand.

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January 29, 2014

Bucket list.

Everybody has a criteria in finding their plus one. It's an invisible (or visible if you care to literary write it) set of "prerequisites" of what your future and ideal partner will, must, or should have. From the physical things such as how he/she looks like, the job, the height/weight, to those that is more abstract like the personality, behavior, how he/she respond to your jokes, even... We always have those check lists that can pop out at anytime and is ready to be used to measure how legible he/she to be your partner.

Sometimes you can just skim through all of the list of people you can get and still can not find the perfect one that can make you tick the whole little boxes in your list. Sometimes you decide to do it the passive way: not searching for one but fiercely observe and judge when a new potential one steps in. Sometimes after a long and tiring piles of "rejected" candidates, you decide to lower your standard a bit, letting those who can fill at least most of the boxes as your plus one. Then as the time goes by and the loneliness goes strong, the standard goes lower and lower 'till you realize that you are searching for practically ANYONE and got either disappointed by the not-so-mr/ms-right or by the fact that no one is actually standing on the line any longer.

The thing is, you don't really need a list. From that bucketful of wishes and dreams of how your god and goddess will look like, pick one of the most important one, the one that you will never tolerate if he/she doesn't have it in them when you want them to be the one. Then the rest of the list shall be those you can either compensate or discuss with him/her once you decide to take things more seriously.

Relationship is not just about two people so perfectly match meet and effortlessly unite. It's about trying to mix and match both of your perspectives and accepting or discussing what is different for a greater good. It's not about slowly lowering your standard and being those people who will let anyone in, or becoming those people that are drowned in their loneliness as their pride pull them in. It's about deciding what's important and accepting what's different.

January 26, 2014

Il Pleuvait Toujours - It was Raining All Day

Hey! Been busy with my French classes and my problems of life. Anyway, this is one of my task in my French class - Slam. Slam itself is a form of poetry in French, when you read your extraordinarily long and rhymed poem like a story telling with a piece of music to accompany. One of the famous Slammeurs (Slammers) in France is Grand Corps Malade.

This piece of Slam is recited with Eyes On Me - Piano Version as the background music (placed under the Slam).

Check out my performance also below! I didn't speak clearly tho. :(

So here you go!

Il Pleuvait Toujours

Il pleuvait quand je t’ai rencontré dans un café au coin de la rue.
J’ai attendu ma tasse de café quand je t’ai vu.
Tes cheveux noirs comme le ciel de la nuit avec tes yeux sont les étoiles,
Et quand tu as souri, J’ai été stupéfait plusieurs fois.
Il pleuvait quand j’ai decidé de visiter chaque mois, chaque semaine, chaque jour..
Après mon travail, j’ai visité le café, juste attende ma tasse comme un fou.

J’étais noyé très profond dans ta beauté, je ne pouvais pas revenir.
Mais, peut-être j’ai déjà decidé: je ne voulais pas revenir.

Il pleuvait quand j’ai visité, environ dix-sept ou dix-huit heures.
Je ne pouvais pas supporter car j’ai eu le bonheur et la peur.
J’ai essayé de rever, profiter mon imagination.
Mais j’ai juste regardé, je n’ai fait aucune action.
Il pleuvait quand je t’ai parlé, mais ce n’était pas une bonne décision.
Étant donné ta voix, mon illusion s’est améliorée, mon cœur était en satisfaction.

J’étais noyé très profond dans ta beauté, je ne pouvais pas revenir.
Mais, peut-être j’ai déjà decidé: je ne voulais pas revenir.

Il pleuvait quand je t’ai aimé.. Mais pourquoi je me sens peur?
J’ai été dans le silence, alors j’ai enterré mon sentiment dans mon cœur.
Mais, quand tu m’a souri et dit que tu me partirais,
Je voulais tenir ta main et dire, “Attends! Attends-moi, s’îl te plaît!”
Il pleuvait quand tu m’as laissé, avec le café et la douleur,
Mon cœur était blessé, je ne pouvais pas sentir le bonheur.

J’étais noyé très profond dans ta beauté, je ne pouvais pas revenir.
Mais, peut-être j’ai déjà decidé: je ne voulais pas revenir.

À présent, Il pleut quand j’attends ton retour, je vais attendre avec le sourire.
Je vais attendre toujours, même si je sais que tu ne pourrai jamais revenir.

Et il pleut toujours quand je pense à toi,
Juste un café et une solitude avec moi.
Si je t’attends fidélement ici,

Vas-tu attendre avec moi, aussi?