thought #77- this is how my heart behaves

i yet again blame this emotional ramble on that time of the month haha. not really, im just far too tired to think, so here's a song. one of my favourites from feist. this song is beautiful, blunt and kind of wants to make you throw yourself off a cliff. amazing, nonetheless.

This Is How My Heart Behaves

What grew
What grew and inside who
First so simple was the vow
Then the chorus sang about
Your shoulder
The mooring for me
Like water lost in the sea

The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake

I'm a stem now
Pushing the drought aside
Opening up
Fanning my yellow eye
On the ferry
That's making the waves wave
Illumination
This is how my heart behaves

The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break when given a shake

(How her heart behaves)
The rain rain making me cry
(How her heart behaves)
Then the wind comes
Fanning my yellow eye
(How her heart behaves)
The waves wave the waves wave
This is how my heart behaves

A cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake
The cold heart will burst
If mistrusted first
And a calm heart will break
When given a shake

What grew
What grew
What grew and inside who 

love, 

ps. gaspard, you make me froth just at the thought of your cute little name and amazingly french facade. my heart wouldn't know how to behave in your presence haha. 

thought # 16- j'ai ennuyé

translated into english: "i'm bored." 

forgive me if i'm incorrect in formulating the sentence but i'm a french wannabe remember? who recently discovered her oxford french mini dictionary for year seven french class with good old mrs macdonald (mach-doh-naaaald). oh the memories of early high school and reading from those infamous taped stories, singing that abominable song which somehow managed to include e-bay courtesy of joshua baissari's translations, and our routine greeting of:

mrs m (in her pompous but refined french accent): bonjour la class!
class (in a half arsed french accent, often accompanied with laughter and groans): bonjour madame macdonald...
mrs m: ca va?
class: tres bien merci, ca va?
mrs m: tres bien, si asseoir vous


haha the only reason i really remember this, is because of the first lesson we ever had in which began speaking to us as if we had the faint idea of how to speak or understand french. it was moreso amusing that she got annoyed at us after failing to respond to her "bonjour la class!" haha but i must give her credit. she wasn't a horrible teacher.

well since finally retrieving this delicate paraphernalia and reminiscing about all that this handy dictionary embodied, i suddenly desired to learn how to speak, in all seriousness and reality. i have even resorted in calling my parents mére and pére which i must say is quite fun. i want to learn french. i want to, even if it is only through their delicate amazing language, feel like a beautiful french woman which i personally envy. so as far as european affiliations go, i am in love with british boys and accents and adore the fine french felines (Julia Restoin Roitfield, Lou Dillion, Andrea Tatou, Coco Chanel etc. ) and the language. one day i shall visit the dirty paris streets and the cold londonside and become captive and romantic of places i only croire and pray to God Almighty that i shall see. 

amour

p.s. picture taken for the november issue of french vogue.
pps. sorry if you think it's lewd, but it personally captures the essence of everything french. the borderline porn/sex appeal, romance, naughtiness, and unrealistically handsome and stick thin models. so  very french haha.