Random rant

You know you've had too much caffeine when it's a quarter to 1 AM, you still have over 10 pages to read for a class the next day/later that day (depending how you see it), you have 2-3 emails to send and possibly 2 cover letters to write and somehow you still fell bubbly and full of energy. AND (which is not of insignificant nature) you still take 10 minutes of your precious time (or more) to write all this in a blog post... gah I need to lay off the caffeine.

Note to self: never ever decide to take a weekend off.... You WILL regret it amèrement

Note to self 2: find time to research careers... you know the people at school who always know what they're talking about and sometimes even more than the teacher? Those people who you wonder what the hell they are still doing in school? Those people who know exactly where they are going and how they're going to get there (also the same people who know everything that's happening in their field and who make you wonder if they spend all their days reading The Economist and The Globe and Mail... who else would say that Facebook is a bargain at $50 billion)? Or at the very least those people who have some sort of goal for their future (even if that goal is traveling as much as possible in order to understand how the world works and then how to try to fix it... hmm that sort of idealism is refreshing... it makes me want to stay in touch with that person if only to see for how long that idealism will survive... if it lasts more than 5 years then I might regain hope in the human race)? Anyway, all that to say that these people walk around with a sort of confidence that is out of this world and which I kind of envy. All that to say that I need to find myself a sense of purpose or a goal. And as much as I hate the idea, I need to choose a path...figure out what I want (somehow this sounds familiar... maybe cause I've been telling this to myself since I finished high school almost 4 years ago). And then I need to find the courage to stick to it... which is the hardest part. Like someone used to tell me, I need to have "assez de colonne" to stick to what I want. Blah easier said than done...

Assholes in nature.... make amazing songs

"Tu étais presque belle, j'étais pas loin d'être fidèle"

Hahaha excellent exemple du fait que "presque" n'est pas toujours suffisant. Bref, tout ça pour dire que j'adore cette chanson (et on est inséparables tous les deux depuis qu'on a fait connaissance ce weekend). Le ton, la musique (la voix laisse un peu à désirer, mais on peut passer par-dessus).


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Little Boxes

While I was trying my hardest to study finance at school today, this song that I had for a while but which I hadn't really listened to came up on my mp3 player. And I stopped writing, looked up and smiled. The music in itself is quite crappy if I may say so, but the lyrics are just pure brilliant! And the worse part is that this song has been around since the 60's (yeah this is just a remake...the original one had even crappier music)!! I can't believe I missed it! Oh well, better late than never



Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
They're all made out of ticky-tacky,
And they all look just the same.

And the people in houses
Who went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes,
And they all came out all the same.
There's doctors and lawyers
And business executives,
They're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
They all get put in boxes
They all come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And they marry, raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
Yeah a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

I just love how cynical, but at the same time painfully lucid this song is. Because it's true! We all live or aspire to live in suburban "little boxes". And if you walk around neighborhoods, all the houses look almost identical. And that's because they have to! If you make the smallest change to your house, people from the urbanization department at City Hall come to knock on your door because they have strict policies about how neighborhoods should look. Which means that the "little boxes" HAVE to look all the same! And weirdly enough, people feel comforted by that. My law teacher was telling us today, as we were discussing human rights and discrimination, that a couple of years ago (make that 40-50 years ago) a lot of people got sued because home owners made agreements to never sell their houses to non-white, non-catholic potential buyers, all in the interest of keeping a "cultural homogeneity" in the neighborhood. Gah, bienvenue à Hérouxville anyone?

As for the university part, well it goes with what I was saying in a post I wrote about 6 months ago. Going to university is just another form of social integration. You go in as an individual and you come out as a doctor or an engineer or a financial analyst. But in the end, no matter what you do or where you go, there will always be labels. And whether you like it or not, you will be put in boxes and shelved and categorized, because that's how society works. It can't keep track of individuals because we are just too many. But it can keep track of nerds and bums and scientists and politicians and social activists and artists and teachers and doctors and lawyers and business executives who are all made out of ticky-tacky and who all look just the same.

Gotta love parodies

This is ridiculous. But I laughed sooo hard when I saw it hahaha!!!

Souvenirs d'antan

Dans mon cours de chimie de secondaire 5, mon professeur, l'honorable Luc Plusquellec, nous avait dit que la seule chose qu'on allait se rappeler de son cours était une seule et unique formule. Moi, j'étais sure du contraire. Dans mon for intérieur, je savais que j'allais vite oublier sa foutue formule ce qui amènerait la totalité de mes souvenirs de son cours à zéro (enfin, les niaiseries du prof sur la cigarette, les tartes auxquelles on ressemble et la frayeur qu'il ressentait à l'idée qu'on pourrait être ses enfants ne comptent pas vraiment comme des souvenirs respectables ou valables d'un cours sur la chimie).

Et bien, j'ai passé à travers le CEGEP (où j'avais de la difficulté à oublier sa formule pendant la première année pour la simple raison, que je l'utilisais dans tous mes cours de chimie). Je suis arrivée à l'université (où j'avais toutes les chances d'oublier sa formule étant donnée que la chimie était vraiment la dernière chose auquelle je pensais avec tous mes cours sur l'économie et la comptabilité).

Et voilà, quatre ans plus tard, je vois dans une formule seulement deux lettres adjacentes: RT. C'est tout. Et que me vient-il tout suite en tête? PV = nRT. Sa foutue formule!! Je ne me souviens plus du nom de la formule. Je ne me souviens plus de toutes les unités (par exemple, V, le volume, est-ce des cm3? P, la pression, est-ce des atm? n, est-ce que c'est la concentration, donc des mol/L?). Je sais juste que R est la constante des gaz parfaits (par contre quel chiffre elle représente? Pfff là on en demande un peu trop). Mais bref, tout ça pour dire que, après toutes ces années, l'héritage de Luc Plusquellec (tel qu'il l'avait prévu) se résume à PV = nRT.

Je me demande, si les gens des souviennent de moi après des années sans aucun contact, ils penseront à quoi?

Changer le monde, une personne à la fois, un rêve à la fois

Que dire, ce post existe juste pour partager un peu de sagesse (ou encouragement selon la façon dont on le voit) que j'ai reçu aujourd'hui. En fait, ça m'a prise un peu par surprise, mais aussi inattendu que ce soit, ça m'a quand même fait très plaisir et peut-être même plus étant donné que je ne m'attendais aucunement à avoir des nouvelles de cette personne. Et même si la personne en question ne lira pas ceci, je veux lui dire merci, parce que ça fait énormément de bien de savoir que quelqu'un pense à toi.

"lorsque vous fixez votre attention sur la moitie de la coupe qui est pleine, lorsque vous gardez le cap sur votre reve et sur la maniere dont ce dernier peut voir le jour, vous avez alors decouvert tout ce dont vous avez besoin pour atteindre la reussite.

des que votre reve devient plus fort que vos doutes et vos peurs, votre reve commence a devenir realite.

quels sont tes reves? en tant amis je te crois et j'ai la foi en toi que tu reussiras >:D. Tu sais beaucoup de gens se sont condamner eux-meme a abandonner leur reve, mais nos reve est l'essence meme de l'existence. un jour, je creera un companies multinational et avec ce companies je vais inspirer les autres personnes qui travailleront pour moi de poursuivre leur reves.

desole d'avoir ecrire tout cela, c'est un peu fou, mais des que tu crois en ton reve et que toute les doutes et peurs qui disparaissent, tu constateras que tu possede tout ce qu'il faut pour accomplir des prodiges."

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Sunt un simplu pamantean. Dragoste e tot ce am sa dau...
(Ok as pathetic as it might be, it is beautiful)