Oh Sunday rest / I’m a mess / put me in your arms I called your home / heard the tone / just wanna be a part of It could be wrong / but i tried / to tell you last night I found it hard / to explain / I sleep and I can’t talk
Don’t say a word my head ain’t feeling right stay where you belong inside Hey! It will be alright / I just found myself in ways I couldn’t help it will be alright / just find a state where everything’s passing by I just found myself in ways I couldn’t help Sunday rest / still a mess / put me in your arms See when she’s down / girlie charm / Just wanna have a part of I found it hard / but i tried / to tell you last night The planet’s grown / turned to stone / see you on the safe side? Don’t say a word my head ain’t feeling right stay where you belong inside Hey! It will be alright / I just found myself in ways I couldn’t help it will be alright / just find a state where everything’s passing by I just found myself in ways I couldn’t help
Je Suis Jalouse (I Am Jealous)Emily Loizeau (France)
J’ai pleuré pendant des heures Sur ta boite de petits beurres Celle qui contenait les lettres Les photos de New Hampshire Ton voyage en amoureux Avec Adèle de Bayeux Je trouve son nom ridicule On dirait une marque de pull Elle voudrait me rencontrer Nous avoir pour déjeuner Son mec aussi est géner Tu dis ça pour me rassurer
Oh oui je suis jalouse Oui c’est ça tout simplement jalouse Je suis jalouse
Je mange toute seule au chinois C’est pratique c’est juste en bas J’t'ai laissé y aller tout seul Et finallement j’assume pas Il est bientôt 13h30 Tu t’empiffres comme un chancre Elle te tenait par le ventre Moi je rumine et ça fermente La bile et le glutamax Se chamaillent dans ma rate Je me dis ça à chaque fois Je ne mangerais plus chinois
Oh oui je suis jalouse Oui c’est ça tout simplement jalouse Je suis jalouse
Ton Adèle t’a dit ce soir Qu’elle voudrait bien te revoir Te parler de temps en temps Sourions, serrons les dents C’est vrai c’est assez normal J’n'y vois pas d’inconvenient Je n’vais pas faire un scandale Pour vous deux c’est important mais c’est l’art de ma jalousie De ne pas savoir te dire Oui ca me fai un peu bizare Que vous vouliez vous revoir
Et oui je suis jalouse Oui c’est ca tout simplement jalouse Oh oui je suis jalouse Oui c’est ca tout simplement jalouse Je suis jalouse
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[poorly translated]
I cried during hours On your limps of small butters That which contained the letters Photographs of New Hampshire Your voyage of in love With Adele of Bayeux I find his name ridiculous A mark of sweater would be said It would like to meet me Us to have to lunch Its guy also is géner You say that to reassure me
Oh yes I am jealous Yes it is that quite simply jealous I am jealous
I eat all alone with Chinese It is practical it is right in bottom There I let to you go all alone And finallement I do not assume It is soon 13h30 You empiffres like a canker It held you by the belly Me I ruminate and that ferments The bile and the glutamax Chamaillent themselves in my spleen I say myself that each time I would not eat Chinese any more
Oh yes I am jealous Yes it is that quite simply jealous I am jealous
Your Adele said to you this evening That she would like to re-examine you well Te speech from time to time Let us smile, tighten the teeth It is true it is rather normal I do not see there a disadvantage I will not make a scandal For you two it is important but it is the art of my jealousy Not to know to say you Yes Ca me fai a little bizare That you want to be re-examined
And yes I am jealous Yes it is Ca quite simply jealous Oh yes I am jealous Yes it is Ca quite simply jealous I am jealous
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The Pagan Origins Of Valentine’s Day
The Feast of Lubercus
The first interpretation has this celebration originating as a pagan tradition in the third century. During this time hordes of hungry wolves roamed outside of Rome where shepherds kept their flocks. The God Lupercus, was said to watch over the shepherds and their flocks and keep them from the wolves. Every February the Romans celebrated a feast called Lupercalia to honor Lupercus so that no harm would come to the shepherds and their flocks. Also during Lupercalia, but in honor of the goddess Juno Februata, the names of young women were put into a box and names were drawn by lot. The boys and girls who were matched would be considered partners for the year, which began in March. This celebration continued long after wolves were a problem to Rome.
As Christianity became prevalent, priests attempted to replace old heathen practices. To Christianize the ancient pagan celebration of the Feast of Lubercus, the church officials changed the name to St. Valentine’s Day. To give the celebration further meaning and eliminate pagan traditions, priests substituted the drawing of Saints names for the names of the girls. On St. Valentine’s Day the priest placed saint’s names into an urn or box. The young people then drew a name from the container. In the following year, the youth was supposed to emulate the life of the saint whose name he had drawn.
Come on teacher Teach me something Don’t just fill my head with nothing No no teacher I’m still sitting In this desk, no I’m not quitting No no teacher I won’t give up I just hope that I can live up To your expectations of me Teacher, you’ll be so proud of me
If I just don’t understand it I should just be reprimanded Make me stay here after school While my friends go to the pool Come on teacher, just admit it You think that I will never get it I’m the bad ass of your classroom Now you’ve got a bad ass classroom Come on teacher, won’t you tell me Why somebody just don’t expel me? I am so much slower than the others It’s a good thing I don’t have any younger brothers
If for some reason I’m not present Blame it on my adolescence If for some reason I am tardy It’s cause I went out last night to party Dans la French class je suis terrible Apres l’ecole I’ll be coming up to see you
I just noticed something lately I’ve been here since 1980!
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i’ve been enjoying the teaching gig i took up to make ends meet. after the movie shoot, i found myself dipping in the secret tin can that ku and i keep. we promised to keep it and treat it like it’s a ‘roach motel’ (“they all check in, but they never check out!”). it was our piggy bank in the sense.
he even offered to lend me money one day. i mentioned how i fell in the red and couldn’t go to places where we spend so much money, like his favorite sushi boat joint or to the big flicks at the metreon. he said, ‘…well…you can borrow some money from me!’ i said no. i’m broke but not broken.
i took the full time gig at the college teaching digital media production theories and application. “here’s how NOT to make a movie!” lol. it pays well and i think i’ll get the insurance finally. i’ve been held back by not having insurance. karate classes become “unsmart.” especially at ku’s dojo. “i’m broke but not broken…oh wait…my ribs! my middle toe! my long ass finger looking middle toe!”
safe to say, eventhough my passion projects suffer (my movie shoots are now hella disorg’d), i’ve had a good time thinking and researching the things i once heavily enjoyed back in college, like curriculum building, learning abilities, sociology, creative development, psychology of education, philosophy of media science, culture and technology, psycho acoustics, storytelling, motivational mentorship, horror, love plots, and all that. i feel good working and making some money. i know i need it. plus, i get to be the first teacher all students entering the college must understand. how influential is that??
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i moved from manila to san francisco in march 1980. i first lived in a peculiar but safe apartment on the fourth floor on o’farrell street in the tenderloin district. the first american people i met were scary. one lady at the bottom floor would exploit me and my sister. we were newcomer kids who would push her cart around at the corner grocery. apparently, that was a lot back then. she would open up animal cracker boxes and eat it with me as we walked around. i remember getting turned on to “$100,000″ chocolate bars. then mounds and almond joy (“sometimes you feel like a nut! sometimes you don’t!”) lol. we’d carry her bags home for her. she’d give us a quarter when we got back.
later, i realized that we would do stuff like that cuz both my mom and stepdad would be gone all day. my sister and i were only 9 and 10. we’re old enough to stay home but we were so bumpkin we didn’t even know hot to piss in the toilets right. i use to piss all over the seat thinking that’s what you’re suppose to do! lol.
one day, my sis and i decided to fill the tub up and cannonball all day. we splashed so much water that the apartment downstairs flooded. the manager yelled at my mom and threatened to report her to the child endangerment agency. we moved by the end of the year.
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i use to fuck my girlfriend in the girls bathroom back in high school. when we could, we’d go at the construction site next to the school during 3rd period, usually, and jump into a ditch and fuck standing up. she use to give me blowjobs at the top of the stairs on the east wing. we use to do that at the courtyard but someone always come but its never me. if we get to sit next to each other during assemblies, we’d snuggle under my parka and i would fingerbang her until she got really red and salivating. we started doing that a lot at movie theaters. i was 16, she was 14.
we weren’t suppose to be seeing each other. her dad would kill me. her mom conspires to let her out of the house so we can be lovers. her mom use to be a nun back in el salvador and fell in love with her dad who was a political activist for the left. they have four kids. she was the second. i loved her a lot.
throughout schooling since 1980, i was deemed with learning disabilities. not only is english my second language, culturally, i was at a disadvantage. i was always placed at the back of the class where i didn’t participate much and avoided eye contact. i started to grow my hair long so i could hide. i looked at the floor most of time and read lots of stuff that they never talk about in school. i do remember one day when i correctly spelled ‘leprechaun’ and everyone was so amazed like i was a fucking chimp doing a trick! (i like chimps).
my girlfriend knew i was smart cuz i talked to her a lot. in fact, she was always swooning about all the stuff i know and read growing up. she was amazed all the time…like i was a chimp doing a trick? no, like a champ doing a track, she made me feel. one day, she was waving from across the street and i mistakenly ignored her. i thought it was my hair but she suggested i get my eyes check.
turns out, i was nearsighted all along!!!! no wonder i couldn’t see the board! no wonder i stared at the ground and hid behind my hair! the whole world was blurry and i never for one thought that i could see so far! safe to say, when i got my glasses, my goals also got far. everything was clearer. i started pulling A’s at school to everyone’s amazement, like i was a chimp on a track. i even got voted as the ‘most philosophical’ and ‘most unusual.’ two mean munchkins from the yearbook committee conspired to only award me one honor but decided for me that ‘most unusual’ fit me best. i was angry i didn’t get the choice! ironically, the pic i took for the yearbook was me hanging on the tree…at the courtyard.
