| mercredi, décembre 13, 2006 |
| Looking in the mirror ( end of semester, Lacuna Coil and how I have some kind of twin) |
Wow... just wow. I'm so lazy, I wish I could write everyday though.
First things first, I got my mark for my saturday/sunday 3 weekend class : B+ woot! Seeing that I'm passing my tuesday night class with B+ and over as well and my wednesday night class with something around a C, this only leaves me with the Business paln class that I might get a D or just plain fail but let's be optimistic and hope for the best.
Shows: The 29th of November as I wrote before I went to see the group Blind Guardian at the Medly eith my friend Kevin and it was such an experience, one could say it was almost erotic lol ( me and good music always had a special kind of relationship... lol I know some of you think I need a man in my life right now :P) But to go back on the subject, their performance was amazing. Best part of the show: when the crowd was singing the chorus of Valhalla , it was beautiful. Another show that was quite breathtaking was the Lacuna Coil show that I went to dec. 11th at the Metropolis. Unfortunately, they were not the main act , the group In Flame was ( a group that appeals to a bunch of retarded teens, seriously the show should've been 18 + because I loathe teenagers >.< ). But nevertheless, Lacuna Coil's act was good for the time it lasted. They played mostly song of their new album Karmacode and especially played two songs I wanted to hear : the Depêche Mode cover Enjoy the Silence and their classic single Heaven's a Lie. The lead singer, Cristina Scabbia, was looking particularly sexy that night ( no, I'm not a lesbian either, I'm just commenting on her looks geez. It's funny how us women can comment on our peers just like that but most men are scared of actually saying that another guy looks nice >.<) , I'm thinking of buying similar clothing like she wore that night though I'm not much of a short skirt person but we'll see.
About the mirror thing... well I have read all or pretty much all ( except 2 password protected) posts of my ex,s little darling. I was shockingly scared how alike we are. I mean really alike. Our thoughts about things in life, about how alone we feel/felt about family problems ( even though our problems are quite from different orders). So how I see this is that my ex traded me for Me!?!. W ell a Me with slight differences. No clue if she reads my blog but if she does and sees this she will be " No way i'm like that *****" . Well, hate to break it to her but if I could've wrote a blog as long as her, it would've said pretty much the same things ( except with less partys). Well, now this will be therapist material next week ,but now I wonder if fate decided that that ME needed my ex more than Me here. I mean she kept saying to me she'd never leave her boyfriend and they loved each other bla bla bla and yet from what I read, she has been bitching about him and their relationship for a year. Yeah ok... So sad and pathetic that what happened in her life made her being such a manipulative person and a liar. I guess I'm the truthful side of us. Iono...
Well, I'll write about this another time. The 13th ( well today now) should,ve been our 6th anniversary of me and my ex. I'm thinking of a way to remind it to him just so he can share my suffering for that day only. I'll have to call him either way some point soon to talk to him about that mirror problem. Not that I want him back because I don't but I think it's odd nevertheless.
Anyway, good night folks and stay safe!
Your truly, Fel
Song of the day: Too little Too Late from Jojo |
soufflé par Feloisa @ 12/13/2006  |
|
|
|
|
| L'angélique démone |
|
![]()
Name: Feloisa
Home: Montreal, Quebec, Canada
About Me: Jeune femme désillusionnée par l'amour, timide, mystérieuse, curieuse et passionnée.
Contact:
MSN luna_667[at]hotmail[dot]com
Gtalk
mariefrancemorin[a]gmail[dot]com
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge -- myth is more potent than history -- dreams are more powerful than facts -- hope always triumphs over experience -- laughter is the cure for grief -- love is stronger than death. -Robert Fulghum, The Storyteller's Creed
Qui suis-je vraiment?
|
| Dans le passé |
|
| À une autre époque |
|
| Lectures |
|
| Liens |
|
|
| Powered by |
|
|
