L'amour, pas pour moi…

“L’amour, hum hum, pas pour moi…” I’m listening this elegant song which was known as its singer – Carla Bruni, just enjoying every word in french. I’m feeling the rhythm is simplicity with a little bit sadness…Today our french teacher asked us:”Pourquoi tu habite à Québec? Quel est votre objectif?” One of my classmates who came from the other province of Canada answered it without any hesitation:”Je veux chercher une jolie fille québécoise…” Suddenly almost all the classmates and the teacher burst out laughing. That’s called true words, exactly, absolutely!

“L’amour, hum hum, pas pour moi…” I’m really tired of the tough task which my parents assigned to me. “if a single woman lives in Shanghai, if she has the same age as me, most of the survey cases indicate that she doesn’t have the chance to get married with a local man in the coming days. On the other hand, it means that she has the rare chance to find a suitable husband in the future.” I hardly explained the default and potential rules to my dear Chinese classmate, a young boy studied in the faculty of administration at UL. “No, I don’t think so. You are a kind-hearted and outgoing woman, you must have gotten married with a man in the future.” replied by my classmate with his naive words and thoughts.

Long live the single abroad…I’m not sure if it is translated correctly in English, anyway I still have a happy life in North America even though I’m single in 30s. For me, there is no night life in Québec City. In comparison with my hometown Shanghai: During daytime, Shanghai is in huge busy with rapid fast-paced life – out of breath. From the crowded bus accompanied with serious traffic jam to the numerous passengers running through the different lines of subway stations. From 9AM in the morning to the 12PM at night, lots of office white or golden-collars work hard in the skyscrapers; at midnight, after 11PM, Shanghai becomes to be a so-called varicolored world, with crowded people from different countries, and even full of noisy and various temptations. A real playing world for those rich people in Shanghai, at daily, they easily own money and power, at night, they own different types of women and luxurious night life. Shanghai and Québec City, that’s totally different environment in their own characters. Sometimes I feel lonely, no matter where I am living. I used to have boring life in my hometown: my working office and home, two points consist of a straight line all the time, everyday, every month, every year…Now my life has to be continued as usual in a snow city, no, just from the beginning, from the zero, that doesn’t matter, I don’t mind at all.

L’amour, hum hum, pas pour moi,
Tous ces “toujours”,
C’est pas net, ça joue des tours,
Ca s’approche sans se montrer,
Comme un traître de velours,
Ca me blesse, ou me lasse, selon les jours

L’amour, hum hum, ça ne vaut rien,
Ça m’inquiète de tout,
Et ça se déguise en doux,
Quand ça gronde, quand ça me mord,
Alors oui, c’est pire que tout,
Car j’en veux, hum hum, plus encore,

Pourquoi faire ce tas de plaisirs, de frissons, de caresses, de pauvres promesses ?
A quoi bon se laisser reprendre
Le coeur en chamade,
Ne rien y comprendre,
C’est une embuscade,

L’amour ça ne va pas,
C’est pas du Saint Laurent,
Ca ne tombe pas parfaitement,
Si je ne trouve pas mon style ce n’est pas faute d’essayer,
Et l’amour j’laisse tomber !

A quoi bon ce tas de plaisirs, de frissons, de caresses, de pauvres promesses ?
Pourquoi faire se laisser reprendre,
Le coeur en chamade,
Ne rien y comprendre,
C’est une embuscade,

L’amour, hum hum, j’en veux pas
J’préfère de temps de temps
Je préfère le goût du vent
Le goût étrange et doux de la peau de mes amants,
Mais l’amour, hum hum, pas vraiment !