Pimousse - Mars 2006

What’s next ?

31/03/06

The world is never the same.
Always comes a time to say goodbye.
Goodbye to people we thought they would never abandon us,
Goodbye to what we took for granted.

When the familiar is deported,
And the unfamiliar comes around,
All that we can do is to say Hello....and Welcome ?

PS: Some much shit’s going on that I wouldn’t know where to start with.

Posted by pimousse at 09:47:56 am into the following categories: Switzerland, Geneva, Humeur

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“Today’s work, Tomorrow’s world” ?

31/03/06

Reality is
... I belong to a wealthy majority - as any white catholicist more or less educated person
... I belong to a potentially discriminated group – as any woman
... I work for a company whose credo ‘Values in action” (i.e Excellence, Integrity, Teamwork..) is pure fiction – as in any US firm
... I was not considered for a position based on my nationality – as a French & non-local person for a swiss & local payroll
... I can do everything but nothing about it – as any expat in Switzerland in a US company
... I got deeply screwed by XXX
... I have 4 months left for payback in a way or another.

Welcome to the real world. Meanwhile, I’m in rage.

Posted by pimousse at 09:46:37 am into the following categories: Switzerland, Geneva

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And now ?

07/03/06

I am listening to the radio, all the music that is on and every song they’re playing is about that love that’s gone. A wise man wrote what isn't there is what you want to find. So now I'll have to find myself so that I won't lose my mind. I actually thought you would relieve my pain by drawing myself into you. Fool...Is there any trick to get over it ?

The story tells that one day, I will wake up and it would look like a bad dream. Time sweet heart, you (all) say, time will make it happen. Well, time better hurrys up its ass ‘cause I'm counting the days.

Posted by pimousse at 10:22:44 pm into the following categories: Switzerland, Geneva, Humeur

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Break up

07/03/06

This song worth more than a tousands of words...

sometimes i go walkin through fields
where we walked
long ago in the sweet used-to-be
and the flowers still grow
but they don't smell as sweet
as they did when you picked them for me
and when i think of you
and the love we once knew
how i wish we could go back in time
do you ever think back on old mem'ries like that
or do i ever cross your mind

do you ever wake up lonely
in the middle of the night
because you miss me,do you darlin
oh and do your mem'ries ever take you back
into another place and time
and do you ever miss the feelings and the love
we shared when you were with me,do you darlin
i just wonder do i ever cross your mind

oh how often i wish that again i could kiss
your sweet lips like i did long ago
how often i long for those two lovin arms
that once held me so gentle and so close

and when i think of you and the love we once knew
how i wish we could go back in time
do you ever recall these old mem'ries at all
or do i ever cross your mind

(Joan Osborne, Do I Ever Cross Your Mind )

Posted by pimousse at 10:17:52 pm into the following categories: Switzerland, Geneva, Humeur, Playlist

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Revival ?

07/03/06

No, no...my blog is not dead, neither am I. From now on, thanks for subscribing, then drop me an e-mail for me to grant the access.

See ya around my blog !

Posted by pimousse at 10:15:03 pm into the following categories: Blogland

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