Ack! And so another weekend ends. :(
Holy Jesus, can you believe that it's -3 degrees in Vancouver right now? ;___; And including windchill and stuffs, it feels like a whopping -7 degrees?!
"No one in this world is single; all of us are in different levels of being taken. Some of us are happily taken & some are taken for granted." - A.N.
That's got to be the most thought-provoking tweet I've read in a long time, and major props to A.N. for thinking that one up.
Ce matin, j'ai pris conscience de la réalité que j'avais été cataloguée; je joue le même rôle toujours. Je suis superflue, mais je ne suis pas figurante. Ah oui, j'ai un rôle. Et je le joue bien. Je connais mon rôle. Je sais où je vais me tenir debout, je connais mes actions, mes lignes, les émotions sur le texte. Et tous est naturel, si naturel que je ne suis pas conscient de mon rôle. Avant ce point. J'avais joué ce rôle toute ma vie. C'est une seconde nature. Et je suis aveugle à ça. C'est un inéluctable dans que je tombe, pour que je tombe, je tombe et je me casse la figure.
[Of course the French is dumbed down and the little idioms and subtleties don't translate all that well, but at least grammatically it's correct. And I'm amazed that I can still remember how to write in French. Ahhh la belle langue~]
English after the cut. And more whinings.
This morning, I realized that I've been typecast; I play the same role every single time. I'm extraneous, but not an extra. Oh yes, I have a part. And I play it well. I know my part. I know my role. I know where I'm supposed to stand, what I'm supposed to do, my lines, my actions, the emotions that the script dictates. And it comes so naturally that I'm not aware that I play it. Until I reach that point. I've played this role all my life. It's second nature to me. And yet I'm blind to it. It's an inevitability that I fall into, fall for, fall flat on my face.
Very quiet day today. Kept to myself because it's easier in many respects. It means less whining and angst for people on MSN to deal with, and I put all that negative energy to good use; I got caught up in my music courses, and worked on some stuff in Mixcraft.
And I really need to find the words for this song. It's done. It's been done for years. I just can't find exactly the right words.
Want to be my muse? D:
Fffuuuuuuuuuuu less than a week to slay this beast of a project.
2 comments:
Now...should I start disliking you because of your gall to write in French knowing that I suck at composition?
(Should I be getting an increase in traffic thanks to your shout-out? Here's to hoping strangers appreciate my random ramblings.)
Grammatically what I wrote was correct, but stylistically it's bad. :( Haha, if my French wasn't at whatever level it's at now, my mother would disown me.
Just be glad I didn't have the gall to write in Gaulish. xP
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