Water grey
through the windows
up the stairs
Chilling rain
like an ocean
everywhere

Don’t want to reach for me do you
i mean nothing to you
The little things give you away
and now there will be no mistaking
the levees are breaking

All you’ve ever wanted
was someone to truly look up to you
and six feet / underwater
i do

Hope decays
generations disappear
washed away
as a nation simply stares

Don’t want to reach for me do you
i mean nothing to you
The little things give you away
but now there will be no mistaking
the levees are breaking

All you’ve ever wanted
was someone to truly look up to you
and six feet / underwater
i do
All you’ve ever wanted
was someone to truly look up to you
and six feet / underground now I
now i do

The little things give you away
The little things give you away
The little things give you away
The little things give you away

The little things give you away
all you ever wanted
The little things give you away
was someone to truly look up to you

The little things give you away
all you ever wanted
The little things give you away
was someone to truly look up to you

The little things give you away
all you ever wanted
The little things give you away
was someone to truly look up to you

The little things give you away
all you ever wanted
The little things give you away
was someone to truly look up to you

The little things give you away
all you ever wanted
The little things give you away
was someone to truly look up to you

The little things give you away
all you ever wanted
the little things give you away
was someone to truly look up to you

-Linkin Park

Not so long ago… well…. ok… a few years… I was a Raver. Not the one who gets excited by the upcomings of electronic events such as “Black & Blue” or “Bal en Blanc”. Those are shameful for the real raver world. My first party was “Sphere” on the south shore of Montreal in 1997 if my memory is right. I actually got my winter coat stolen there, a 300$ worth Billabong Coat (If the guy or girl that stole it read this: I want my coat back!!!) I remember one of the songs: Born Slippy
That was before the commercial world saw it on “Trainspotting”. Then I was in underground, 200 to 800 persons rave parties every weekends or so. I hab ny furry fat pants, my pacifier, my glitter… name it! Yup, I was what they called a Kandi Raver! But every day, I was more sober. Those were some of the greatest days of my life. I had so much fun.
Yeah, I hear you all asking: Yes I did drugs. I did Speed (Pink, Strawberry and then Peach) I did also Ecstasy (phantom was my fav!).
Oh! And do me a favor… don’t believe the medias. They soooo don’t know what they are talking about when it comes to Rave parties…. real ones.
I raved about from 1997 to 2002. My last party was “Birth of a Fairy” and got a CD from Frank Cyberr, an L.A DJ.
My all time favorite song, and I had the chance to ask Chek’Math or DJ Mecha to spin it for me was The First Rebirth, an hard-acid style song.
I had the classic LightSticks or GlowSticks, everything! God I miss that! Yes I went through hours of massage with Tiger balm, my most memorable was with ex-PsykoFrog promotor and friend, Louis. I really enjoyed it my friend if you read this! And if you didn’t know, Rox took a picture of that… yiiish, felt good but doesn’t look good lol
Have the chance, I would do it again, but don’t think I would survived this today. Anyways, I heard it isn’t like it was….

Wow…. so much memories!!!! PARTY!!!

– Even though man aims for the center well… there’s always full of pee all around the bowl, even on the floor….. Sit down!!!!!!
– 1 million persons in a town.. you always end up behind the slowest and worst driver on a one lane route when you are late.
– This Tim Horton’s always scraps your coffee half hot chocolate… but you keep on going there anyways, in case it changes and won’t make you go 5 minutes further to the one who makes it perfect.
– It’s on the weekend, when you know you can sleep in the morning that you are actually unable.
– It’s on the weekend you can go to bed late but you end up sleeping on the couch at 9:30 pm without even notice it.
– Wind always blows in spring and autumn to give you the chills, never when it’s freakin hot in the summer and wish for at least a breeze.
– Lights are always green when you want to take your time and enjoy your car ride.
– When you feel like songs that rocks, you always end up with “I am on edge of suicide” songs on your iPod.
Have I ever said that “Life is a bitch”?

My brain smells like fire right now. Smoke is getting out my ears as I am trying to think about a subject to write about for my blog. I keep on searching and it’s blank, nada!
Of course I could rage against my boss and supervisor as they are the perfect image of a clueless, cold-hearted, unrespectful and empty individuals.
I don’t feel like it.
I could also make a text full of love for my Fiancé.
I feel like it but I don’t want to get on anyone’s nerves with my lil birdies and lil hearts and rainbows.
I could let my dark side speak, and let my fears and voice from beyond take over.
I don’t feel like it.
I could talk about dreams I have and wishes.
I don’t feel like it.
I actually feel like writing, well…. typing in this case, but I don’t have a subject that will get my fingers to go on.
Maybe I am just so tired. I know we had 4 days off, I was ok yesterday, I guess, but… now I am so tired. Drained. I need a never-ending hug.
I feel like taking the place of Chuck Noland, Tom Hank’s character in Cast Away and do the finger to the world. But let me take a computer, my iPod and food…. lol and maybe build me a lil home!
Anyways, y’all get the point!

Well.. guess it will be for another day!

Désinvolture et passions
Me tarabustent de l’intérieur
Septième sens saisissant
Circonscrit cet ascenseur
Ils désactive la gravitation
Libérant l’emballeur
Presque un peu
M’extasiant hors de ma demeure

Snooze

Le wet dream mène la fête
L’irréversible fait volte-face
Le trou noir a des taches blanches
Dionysos se présente
Mais l’heure est au malheur
Les névroptères me prennent en chasse
Alors je réclame du
Dichloro-diphényltrichloréthane

Plane grâce au souffle de Morphée
L’entendement peut valser
Par un autre ciel de mélodies
Dessinées sous ton lit

Snooze

Revoici la petite souffrance
Qui enfante l’expérience
Elle me fait la cour, me feint l’amour
Méfait hormonal
Je rêve encore sous le ciel
D’un plaisir éphémère
Menacé par les intempéries des
Dissonances matinales

Snooze

– Yelo Molo

Nota**Forget the translation to english, to many word games here! ^.^

Easter. Another pagan transform to catholic religion. I won’t complain for one reason: It means day off!
For me it’s also, well…when I was near my mother, and when my grand mother was alive, chocolate day! It’s also the weekend bunny rabbits will get scared. Of what? Lil kids visiting farms and pulling those fluffy ears. Parents who are stupid enough to by a rabbit for the weekend and then will end up either in a shelter, the streets, the forest (it ain’t a wild hare!) or on the table…
I actually won’t be surprise to see a riot in farms someday… rabbits will team up with lil yellow chicks with signs….
Anyways, get plush toys at this time of year, if you’re intelligent….

Is it wrong wanting to be by his side constantly?
Is it wrong wanting love from someone endlessly?
Is it wrong to love someone infinitely?
Is it wrong to feel pain when you don’t hear the same from thee?
Is it wrong wanting to be the only one he will see?
Is it wrong to be me?