All I wanted, all I ever wanted was this. And for a while there it was - right up until you changed your mind.

It always seemed it was perfect, right up until the outside world got in the way. And I remember the bubble and how long it took till it burst and all I was always going to do. I remember it was fun, and it was beautiful and it just was.

I was me. I was okay.
And I always defined happiness as something you know you have when you don't think about it.

There was a horizon in front of me and weirdly enough, one morning I woke up and the horizon had changed - and to think I didn't even notice. I didn't notice because it was just so natural.
And you were the one to insist I took one more look at that long-gone horizon. Have you ever asked me what it was like when I did?
It was weird. It felt unreal. Yes, it was what I wanted, all I had ever wanted.

If you had asked, I would've told you.
Now I'm asking, what was it like for you, looking back?

Or did you never change the plan?

Parfois, un simili 5 à 7 passé à vous promener partout avec une coupe de rosé, à piger dans des bouchées en discutant lampes avec des gens que vous connaissez à peine ou pas du tout, c'est vraiment ce qu'il vous faut. Juste assez fake pour vous faire croire que tout va bien et qu'il y a des gens sympathiques qui s'intéressent à vous. Juste assez.

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
It all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

I never thought I’d change my opinion again
But you moved me in a way that I’ve never known
You moved me in a way that I’ve never known
But straight away you just moved into position again
You abused me in a way that I’ve never known
You abused me in a way that I’ve never known
So break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops, then you will be alone
Break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops, then you will be alone
So you’re the kind that deals with the games in the mind
Well you confuse me in a way that I’ve never known
You confuse me in a way that I’ve never known
So break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops, then you will be alone
Break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops, then you will be alone
She says "I can help you, but what do you say?"
'Cause it's not free baby, you'll have to pay
You just keep me contemplating that your soul is slowly fading
God don't you know that I live with a ton of regret?
'Cause I used to move you in a way that you've never known
But then I accused you in a way that you've never known
But you've hurt me in a way that I've never known
So break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops, then you will be alone
Break me, shake me, hate me, take me over
When the madness stops, then you will be alone

Nous connaissons tous la fameuse bergère qui avait tué son chaton parce qu'il avait eu le nerf de foutre son menton dans le fromage qu'elle venait de faire avec le lait de ses moutons.

Je suis la seule pour qui la chanson se terminait au meurtre du pauvre petit chat ?

Si vous êtes aussi innocents que moi, sachez que trois couplets suivent (voir lien) dans lesquels la bergère perverse va se confesser au curé qui lui donne comme punition de l'embrasser, une punition si agréable qu'ils se promettent bien de recommencer !

Je n'ai pas de mots pour commenter ça.

I couldn't possibly blame you for not knowing who you are and wanting to figure it out.

Except that you can't ask people to make you someone, anyone, because you can only be yourself and you should learn that it alone is enough.

I couldn't rescue and save you, and it doesn't mean that you need to go searching for someone who could, because you alone can do it. We can only help you if you will help yourself.

And that I went from sick to better in front of your eyes doesn't grant you any credit for that same reason.

When you allow anyone to help you by rescuing yourself, just wave.

HORREUR !!!

J'écoute tranquillement les nouvelles alors qu'on annonce en manchette qu'il y aura une augmentation du nombre d'étudiants au cégep cette année, le tout sur des images du cégep où je suis allée !!!

Traumatisme.
Je crois bien que je viens de me créer un tic nerveux près de l'oeil.

Bon, c'est bien beau la conscience sociale, mais présentement, au cours de cette période financière pré-déménagement, je délaisse le sort des pauvres petits enfants chinois qui se font exploiter par des entreprises telles que Dollarama : cette fois, c'est mon portefeuille qui prime.

Je sais, acheter, c'est voter, mais j'ai voté tellement de fois contre que ce petit vote pour, je l'ai mérité ! Donc lapidez-moi : après avoir payé 5$ pour du fuel à fondue, un rack à ustensiles, des pinceaux à badigeonner en silicone, une tasse à mesurer et un beurrier, je m'en fiche.

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I'm home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I'm whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I'm young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
You know I'll always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
I feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
I feel like I am clean again
However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
You know I'll always love you
I will always, always love you

J'ai cru qu'il était de mon devoir de vous en informer : n'achetez jamais, sous aucun prétexte, du mélange à piña colada Coco Colada. C'est vraiment dégoutant. Ça fait deux soirs que je m'en fais et non, franchement, ça ne s'améliore pas. Va ben falloir finir le mélange alors je vais me dévouer (après tout, de l'alcool, c'est de l'alcool), mais c'est vraiment dégueulasse. Essayez le mélange de Mott's à la place. C'est meilleur, et de beaucoup.

Moi et Peanut venons d'aller voir Bon cop, bad cop au cinoche : c'est vraiment très bon ! J'ai adoré Louis-José Houde, mais je savais déjà que je l'adorerais avant d'aller voir le film.... j'étais déjà vendue, c'était clair.

J'écrirai pas trois paragraphes sur le film, je vous dirai seulement d'aller le voir. Vous le regretterez pas !

Moment mais-où-sont-les-caméras :
Alors que j'étais dans le métro hier soir, ya un gars qui nous a offert, à moi et à une autre passagère, une tic-tac. C'était sympathique, ça m'a fait sourire, mais surtout, j'ai entendu la pub défiler dans ma tête - Que dirais-tu à un ami qui t'offrirait une menthe qui a bon goût et qui rafraîchit bien ? Mais juste merci... pour la tic-tac !

Now I really have to mention how much I hate people who keep repeating your name in a conversation. I mean nobody does that unless they're trying to manipulate you and trick you into thinking you're so fucking special. I mean those trainers at the gym keep saying your name in personalized work-out sessions, because obviously those are supposed to be personalized and they're supposed to payc complete attention to you. I get that. But other than that, I know my own name, thank you, please stop saying it over and over again....

So it's all done. This morning I woke up and I wasn't a student.

I was simply unemployed.

Because the less likely it is to happen, the more certain is it to happen to me:
Taking a final exam in University is extremely complicated. First, you walk in and pick a slip of paper with a number written on it. This is your seat number. Then you must show that slip of paper along with your student ID to a supervisor who takes note of your seat number, and once this is done you wander through the class, looking for the second slip of paper with your seat number on it.
I walked in amongst the first in the class, picked number 20, signed in with the supervisor, and then proceeded to locating seat #20.
Except that there was no seat #20. There was seat #19. And then there was seat #21. So I looked like a total idiot being unable to find a damn seat for a few minutes before I gave up and arranged with the supervisors to pick another number.
Quick, on the top of your head, people, what do you think were the odds of me picking THE ONE MISSING SEAT NUMBER in the whole selection?

Because yes, we've come this far:
While we were waiting for the exam to start, one of the supervisors stood in front of us and made the following announcement:
"As of yesterday, there are new rules to the code of conduct during an exam, concerning electronic devices, such as cell phones. If you have it on you, it is automatic disqualification. No appeal. And if it's in your bag and it rings, it is also automatic disqualification, no appeal. So you better make damn sure your cell phone is turned off."
Isn't it horrible people have so little respect for others that they had to make it an official rule to turn off a cell phone during an exam?

Because I musn't give up on human kind:
On my way to the exam, I happened upon this translator I worked with last winter. We talked briefly and I was reminded that yes, there are nice people on this earth. It's just too bad none of them is amongst my close friends.

Because it's not that easy to let go of your principles:
On my way back home, this lady not so far from me slid in the stairs and fell down. I was shocked to see the lady right next to her barely give her a look before moving on as if nothing had happened, while the poor lady remained seated in the stairs, looking shocked. I stopped for a few seconds while this other woman helped the poor lady up and I left when I saw she looked okay and she was getting help. As I walked away, I still couldn't believe the woman the closest to her when she fell had not stopped to check on her. I mean I stop when people fall and I leave my seat to elders when I'm in the bus or the metro because I'd feel bad the whole day if I didn't.
And then I remembered I didn't want those moral principles anymore and nearly turned on my heels to go back and give that lady a good kick in the head.

Now I need a piña colada.

Note to self: must go to bank tomorrow.

Le relativisme permet de faire passer n'importe quelle pilule.

Hydro-Québec demandera une augmentation des prix de 2,8% au lieu du 4,9% prévu. Youppi ! On est heureux ! On a tous l'impression d'avoir plus d'argent dans nos poches ! Pourtant, une augmentation, ça reste une augmentation...

Le gaz est tombé à 99,9 sous ce matin. Party ! Tout le monde se pitche aux pompes pour remplir leur véhicule en criant au miracle ! Ben oui, c'est toujours comme ça, le gaz coûte plus cher l'été et le prix descend graduellement à l'arrivée de l'automne. Si vous fouillez dans vos mémoires, vous vous rappellerez que 99,9 sous, c'était le prix du gaz l'été dernier.... ça s'appelle une crosse, les amis !

Mais bon. Si vous êtes heureux....

Did I mention tonight is the final exam of the final class of my whole degree?

Really, Quartz? And how do you plan to celebrate that?

Well, I'm not sure but I know it will involve a hell of a lot of daiquiris and/or piña coladas...

Wow !

Because I'm a stats geek I really need to tell you people how Extreme Tracking has improved and allows me to even see what city you guys are from.

I am loving this!

Il vient d'y avoir un autre accident au coin de chez moi. C'est le deuxième dont je suis témoin en trois ans... c'est quand même une bonne moyenne si on pense qu'il passe proche d'en avoir un au moins une fois par mois.

Le problème de ce coin de rue-là, c'est qu'il y a seulement deux arrêts obligatoires au lieu de quatre. Et pour une raison très, très obscure à mes yeux, les gens qui ont le stop à faire assument que les autres en ont un également sans penser à s'en assurer d'un petit coup d'oeil. C'est vrai que c'est difficile, vérifier la présence d'un stop d'un coup d'oeil...

Aujourd'hui, c'est un mini-van qui a embouti une voiture que je n'arrive pas à identifier parce qu'elle est trop cachée par le feuillage d'un arbre devant ma fenêtre ! La mini-van n'a pas l'air d'avoir grand chose mais la porte du conducteur est maintenant refoncée de façon très honorable. Au moins ya que la porte qui a été touchée, ce sera pas trop de trouble à réparer.

Mais bon. Tout ça pour un stop, les amis. S'il-vous-plaît, vérifiez vos stops, c'est tellement un truc simple...

J'ai parlé, il y a pas si longtemps, de la fameuse annonce de Twix où on entend So Happy Together en background. J'adore cette pub-là, mais j'avais pas réalisé jusqu'à aujourd'hui qu'elle passait uniquement aux canaux anglais.

Je viens tout juste de la voir à TQS. Et j'ai été extrêmement déçue : ils ont eu la très bonne idée de départ de remplacer So Happy Together par une chanson québécoise. J'approuve. Mais ce que je n'approuve pas, c'est qu'ils l'ont remplacée par Ensemble, de Corneille ! D'abord, la chanson est plate, mais surtout, elle a beaucoup moins de punch et voilà, ça scrap tout.

Je suis déçue.