Archive for November, 2009

Paris, paris

November 22, 2009

Moi de`s que je suis loin de paname
J’ai les poumons tout essouffle’s
J’ai le coeur bouffe’s par plein de larmes
et le corps comme tout exile’

Le plus loin qu’sois aller c’est la Marne
C’e’tait pour suivre un petit beguin
Moi de`s qu’il n’ya plus de vacarme
J’m’ennuie l’silence ne m’vaut rien

Paris, Paris
T’es ma seule famille
Paris, Paris
Y’a qu’chez toi qu’mon coeur brille
Paris,
Si j’te revois pas de`s d’main
Paris, je vais mourir
De microbes chagrin

(Pont Musical)

Paris, Paris
tout l’temps
Tu m’entortilles
Paris, Paris
Je re^ve qu’tu m’de’shabilles
Paris,
Si j’te r’vois pas de`s d’main
Paris, je vais mourrir
De microbes chagrin

Ce qu’il fait bon a chaques terrasses
Boul’vard Nouvelle …..et Italiens
La` ou` nous les ptits mecs quand on passe
Nous boivent comme panache’s urbain

Dans ma petite chambre au 6e’me
J’attends qu’on vienne me dorloter
Dis Paris c’est toujours toi que j’aime
Mais qui va te remplacer

Paris, Paris
T’es ma seule famille
Paris, Paris

Y’a qu’chez toi qu’mon coeur brille
Paris,
Si j’te revois pas de`s d’main
Paris, je vais mourir
De microbes chagrin

Paris, Paris
tout l’temps
Tu m’entortilles
Paris, Paris
Je re^ve qu’tu m’de’shabille
Paris,
Si j’te r’vois pas de`s d’main
Paris, je vais mourir
De microbes chagrin

My favourite song from the film Faubourg 36, or Paris 36. Caught it on Saturday, and I’m just reminded of how I miss the place, and along with slight regrets that I didn’t take every opportunity I could to explore every nook and cranny of the city, rather than travelling out during the weekends.

these dreams, they’re made of paper butterfly wings

November 15, 2009

It struck me that I haven’t written in awhile. Life’s somewhat settled into a routine. Comfortable, safe, boring. Am recalling those times I felt so alive, and know that while I am a creature of comfort, I seek the occasional adventure. I love the heightened sensations of experiencing a different place for the first time. Instantly, I’m brought back to my memories of exchange, visiting, exploring, hungrily devouring the sights, sounds, the food of each new place. Or back on campus, making a life for myself and just running daily errands – doing the laundry, visiting the grocery, helping out in the kitchen, while 4-5 hungry bellies wait in anticipation as to what our resident chef could whip up. ah, that was what life can be, or should be if I’m not so spoilt here in sg.

I know I need to break free from this complacence, to step up to the mantle and want more out of myself, do the things I want to do, while I am still young and definitely capable of achieving much more. I guess starting’s always tough, but we all need to start somewhere, anyhow. Nevertheless, I’m grateful, to the opportunities I’ve been given, and the friends that I’ve made along the way.