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This Author, Thomas Keyes translated the lyrics (which were originally french, duh) so if it’s wrong, I wouldn’t know. But in any case, it’s still as beautiful as ever. Plus, I love KT tunstall’s cover/version/whatyoucallit.
Eyes that gaze into mine,
A smile that is lost on his lips—
That is the unretouched portrait
Of the man to whom I belong.
When he takes me in his arms
And speaks softly to me,
I see life in rosy hues.
He tells me words of love,
Words of every day,
And in them I become something.
He has entered my heart,
A part of happiness
Whereof I understand the reason.
It’s he for me and I for him, throughout life,
He has told me, he has sworn to me, for life.
And from the things that I sense,
Now I can feel within me
My heart that beats.
In endless nights of love,
A great delight that comes about,
The pains and bothers are banished,
Happy, happy to die of love.
When he takes me in his arms
And speaks softly to me,
I see life in rosy hues.
He tells me words of love,
Words of every day,
And in them I become something.
He has entered my heart,
A part of happiness
Whereof I understand the reason.
It’s he for me and I for him, throughout life,
He has told me, he has sworn to me, for life.
And from the things that I sense,
Now I can feel within me
My heart that beats.
I really don’t think I understand. But I hope I will, in time. Please show me that You know what You’re doing, and You know what I’m doing. Because I really don’t really know where things are truly headed. Please, I’m not asking for glory, I’m not asking for more praise or flattery, or to make more enemies with those around me. I’m just asking You to speak through me, through my art, so that others may understand the reason I was put on this Earth: to honour You with Your gift. Amen.
Also,
THANKYOU to sanlala for the AWESOME surprise in my mehbox and bobbin for scaring the shit out of me. harhar.
Don’t kill me for spelling your name like that =x I still loves you.
3 names thats in your mind
-Poodee, Sandra and Jerry (my Hippo).
3 things you’re wearing now
-shirt, shorts and underwear?
3 things you can’t live without
- sleep, chocolate and blueberry tea (yes, even if I suffocate, I’ll grow gills and live in tea)
favourite cake
-BT’s boston chocolate (don’t judge me!)
Am I in a relationship?
-Yes, a few. Just not romantic ones.
Have I ever been given a rose?
-Yes. And a fake gerbera. LOL
My all time favourite romance movie?
-Amelie and Love me if you Dare. Both fwench.
Have I ever been in love?
-You tell me.
What’s/Who’s my current problem?
-someone foul and fair, lost and won.
Have I ever had my heart broken?
-Ofeh courseh. But gloo-ed back already =]
Have I ever seen a friend as “more than a friend”?
-I know Barney the Purple DInosaur has.
Do I believe in the statement “once a cheater, always a cheater”?
-As much “once a whore, you’re nothing more” (meaning: nope)
How many kids do I want to have?
-67
What are my favourite colours?
-I am an arts student and must not be bias to ugly colours. I love ‘em all.
Do I believe I love only once?
-I don’t think so. It varies.
Am I friends with my ex-es?
-HAHA ask them.
5 things in my head?
-a small brain
-my assignments
-tomorrow’s list of things to bring to sch
-my assignments
-my assignments
What age did I start liking the opposite sex?
- 12, I think. But I still hate boys.
What song I want to be played at my wedding?
- Secretly, I want Adam Sandler’s I wanna grow old with You X)
I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you
I’ll get you medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
It could be so nice growing old with you
I’ll miss you, kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you, feed you
Even let you hold the remote control
So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink
I could be the one who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you.
Is that not the most adorable song ever.
This has to be a happy post, because I’ve just realized I have my 10 year life plan. Shall I spill it here? Yes, I shall.
08 to 11 – Diploma in Fine Art
11 to 12 – BA (hons) Fine art + contemporary writing
12 to 14/15 – Find permanent part-time job to repay certain debts: maybe art classes/relief teaching
15 to 18 – Either go overseas & study Masters, study Masters here, or work somemore (depends on how much I’ve earned by then.)
I know what I want in life, and I hope the silly things won’t stand in my way. Things like assignments, chocolate and sleep.
And, um, just a public apology about the previous post. Just ignore my judgemental butt. Thank you.
First day of a new term. Whoop-de-doo.
Kicked off the damn day in Drawing Lesson, with charcoal, my old friend. But of course I start to feel a bit pathetic again. I’m always trying my best, but everybody else does a bit better here and there. And I just wish that there was something that I’m really, really good at. And nobody can trump me in it. Something like guzzling chocolate milk, but a little more intellectual that than, maybe.
Anyway, I never understood what the big deal about showing your artwork is. It’s especially funny, when someone draws something really nice/good/cool, and puts it in his/her own blog and disses it. For all the world to see. Things like ‘yeah, i know it’s not that awesome. But its my hardwork/first time/only try okay! Blah, blah, blah. And they’re hoping people will leave tags like ‘don’t say that! it’s gorgeous!’
Please. Spare us all the ego explosion.
Sigh. This is why I don’t like showing my work. I’m so judgemental, I can’t stand myself. I’ll even judge myself, maybe.
Goodnight world, hello chocolate milk.
And someone get that palette out of my sight.
What am I to You? – Norah Jones.
What am I to you?
Tell me darling true.
To me, you are the sea,
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue.
When you’re feeling low,
To whom else do you go?
See, I cry if you hurt;
I’d give you my last shirt –
Because I love you so.
If my sky should fall,
Would you even call?
Opened up my heart,
I never want to part;
I’m giving you the ball.
When I look in your eyes,
I can feel the butterflies.
I love you when you’re blue;
Tell me darlin’ true:
What am I to you?
When I look in your eyes,
I can feel the butterflies.
Could you find a love in me?
Could you carve me in a tree?
Don’t fill my heart with lies.
I will you love when you’re blue;
Tell me darlin’ true:
What am I to you?
Okay, today was an awesome day — POODEE DAY.
and yesterday was wacko day, with sanlala and wobbin bobbin.
Click pics for captions and bigger view-whews. And have a great evening.
Awesomes.
I can just sit back and watch people wear their ‘personal styles’ and laugh, as I come to 3 painfully hilarious conclusions:
1. Everybody takes the Sartorialist too seriously.
2. Everybody takes the Sartorialist too seriously.
3. Everybody takes the Sartorialist too seriously.
I mean, please. There’s a fine line between trying to look good, and trying too hard.
Being your own Sartorialist is tailoring the look to suit YOU. Walking around school, I have to control my laughter as I see the number of people wearing skinny jeans and vests, fedoras and scarves, gladiator sandals and high-waisted skirts, etc. It’s hilarious. Fat people, skinny people, tall people, short people, everybody dresses exactly like everybody! Three cheers for personality man!
I wonder what will happen if runway models started wearing their underwear on the outside of their pants. Super fun time! *
*excluding me of course, because I have no personal style.
“Be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it all.”
“Can’t have your cake and eat it too.”
OH.MY.GOOSE. Can someone please tell me why things have to be so complicated! Arggggh.
I’ve been having this great big internal battle over whether I should blog about this or not, but then I wouldn’t even know how to put it into words, because I’m too afraid to tell you.
Someone pass me the dessert.
I don’t like bar soap.
I don’t like a chocolate-free evening.
I don’t like mountains of homework.
I don’t like the way you behave that nothing happened.
I don’t like being caught in between a couple with issues.
I don’t like today.
The only thing I like about today is my long, long nap. I just hate that it had to end.
