aelle, around the world.

Listening to : the Bird of music, Japanese edition of Au Revoir Simone‘s latest album. Those girls are like fairies who learned how to use keyboards. And I usually hate keyboards. They’re touring in Europe now, could you please check it.

Giving up : cramming all those kanjis. JLPT is in a week, advienne que pourra.

…for casually making you listen to a song that you had forgotten, a song you listened to a lot before you turned 9. And with the music, buried memories suddenly rush back into your head – not big memories, just emotions, small, insignificant things – merely anecdotes. But they come back so powerfully. **censorship**

The chill of the winter in our big house. Weeks of excruciating loneliness. Coming back from walks in the forest on Sunday evenings, taking a bath and sitting in my pajamas on the living room floor, making mixed tapes. Refusing to think about the inevitable Monday morning. Reading my quota of 5 library books a week, wishing I could borrow more.

Quand on retrouve par hasard une chanson qu’on avait enregistrée sur une cassette à 8 ans, qu’on se retrouve brutalement face aux souvenirs, qu’on comprend les paroles, particulièrement appropriées, plus de 10 ans trop tard (l’Univers est farceur), on est finalement heureuse de savoir que les choses changent, que les choses iront de mieux en mieux.

You wish you could tell 8-year-old you that things do get better.

And you also gotta love karaoke nights, and your training years as a soprano, that now allow you to show off your vocal range.

(C’est vrai ça, quand se pose la question qu’est ce tu préfères chez toi, au lieu de répondre mes yeux ou mes seins comme toutes les filles du monde, ca en jette de pouvoir être fière de sa tessiture!)