Chto Ne Hvataet - Lyrics

I love T.a.T.u. And I love this song.

I love Lena's voice here, it's simply amazing.

It was difficult to find English translation, those I found contradict one another. But I don't care.

In fact, I feel more from just listening to the mood and the voice inflections and not understanding anything.

Lyrics to Chto Ne Hvataet - by tatu.


Chto ne hvatayet

Isn't this enough.

Chto ne hvatayet tebe
Chto ty prizhalas' ko mne?
Yesli by na lune
Bylo chut'-chut' tepleye

Isn't this enough for you
That you would cuddle with me?
If we were on the moon
It could've been a little warmer

Chto ne hvatayet tebe
Chto ty prilipla k stene?
Yesli by za oknom
Bylo chut'-chut' temneye

Isn't this enough for you
Are you stuck to the wall?
As if outside the window
It could've been a little darker

Ty ne uznayesh'kak menya zovut
Ya ne skazhu tebye chto ne hvatayet
Chto-to tseplyayet
Ya ne skazhu tebe, ne nado
Chto ne hvatayet tebe
Chto-to tseplyayet
Ya ne skazhu tebe, ne nado

It's like you don't know my name
I won't tell you I've had enough
Something to cling to
I won't tell you, I don't need to
Isn't this enough for you
Something to cling to
I won't tell you, I don't need to

Chto prevraschatyet tebya
Ne prevrashcayet menya
V malen'koi komnate
Stanet yescho tesneye

It changes into you
And doesn't turn into me
In a small room
It becomes even tighter

Chto zamerzayet v tebe
Bystro rastayet vo mne
Yesli by ty smogla
Prosto ostat'sya zdes'

What freezes inside you
Quickly thaws in me
If It could have been with you
Simply stays here

Ty ne uznayesh' kak menya zovut
Ya ne skazhu tebye chto ne hvatayet
Chto-to tseplyayet
Ya ne skazhu tebe, ne nado
Chto ne hvatayet tebe
Chto-to tseplyayet
Ya ne skazhu tebe, ne nado

It's like you don't know my name
I won't tell you i've had enough
Something to cling to
I won't tell you, I don't need to
Isn't this enough for you
Something to cling to
I won't tell you, I don't need to

Vremeni net i ne budet
Kriknesh' i ya vse zabudu
Chto b ne sluchilas'
Noch' zazhegayet ogni

There will be no time
And you scream and I forget everything
As if we didn't match
Night ignites with fire

I ne zhaleya davai
Lyazhem s toboi pod tramvai
I pust' vse ostanetsya
Tak kak i tam na lune

Don't give pity
We lay with you on the tramtracks
And let everything remain
As if, here on the moon

Ty ne uznayesh' kak menya zovut
Ya ne skazhu tebye chto ne hvatayet
Chto-to tseplyayet
Ya ne skazhu tebe, ne nado
Chto ne hvatayet tebe
Chto-to tseplyayet
Ya ne skazhu tebe, ne nado

It's like you don't know my name
I won't tell you I've had enough
Something to cling to
I won't tell you, I don't need to
Isn't this enough for you
Something to cling to
I won't tell you, I don't need to.

Hot Men II

Considering at least one person on the planet has shown some interest in my recent Hot Men entry (thank you for your comment), I thought I'd continue on this dangerous wavelength.

So without further ado, I'd like to present my latest discovery.

I had 'discovered' him a while ago in Russian Dolls, but his detestable personality and immaturity in that particular role severely corrupted his image and I was not attracted back then.
But recently, he came back to me, in the form of Molière. sigh. Let me say that I'm a sucker for French period films, especially when the costumes are interesting and there is light comedy and a dash of romance. The more pompous and ridiculous those aristocrats in their layers and with their airs, the better for my enjoyment. (It is after all, a perfect opportunity to recognise and laugh at myself....) So ANYWAY. Molière was a little slow to warm up but I soon found myself identifying and sensually merging with Laura Morante's character, particularly with regards to her infatuation for Molière...played by none other than the intensely brooding Romain Duris.

Here he is then, in his tenebrous best, as the writer Molière. What I like here is that brutal, shameless gaze which mocks and disarms all pretences.

Most people will have a heart attack when they see this photo and gasp "Ugh, Laura! How could you?" I admit, it's very 17th century-ish. There's that clammy, unwashed hair dangling around a pasty face with kohl-lined eyes. You should see his boots too! And his burgundy leather vest with the corseted side panels. I melted.... Where do I find guys like this???? Someone give me a time machine now!!

So there you go, you are now privy to my latest, dirty secret. Romain. In English, it would be pronounced "Row muh", well sort of. But it sounds so much better in French obviously... especially when I say it. Anyway, here is a more contemporary 21st century shot. He looks like an enamoured artist who just woke up after a night of absinthe.



The second entry for this evening is someone that I've mentioned before. Sorry, can't help it. But he absolutely kills me at the moment: Thierry Amiel. I can't fathom his androgynity. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. (I'm definitely pansexual.) And his smile!!!! Check out his smile!!

The smile is the most beautiful present in the world. It reflects happiness. Thank you Thierry Amiel!!!

Advice from a Failure

I discovered this inspirational passage while browsing through the December 2006 archives in Sat Purkh's blog. It's so beautiful to contemplate, and so I hope the owner will not mind me reproducing it here.


Advice from a Failure

You do not need to be loved—not at the cost of yourself.
The single relationship that is truly central in a life is a relationship with your self. It is rewarding to find someone you like, but essential to like yourself.
It is quickening to recognize that someone is a good and decent human being, but it is indispensable to view your own self that way.
It is a delight to discover people who are worthy of respect, admiration and love, but it is vital to believe yourself deserving of respect, admiration and love, for you cannot live in someone else.
Of all the people that you will ever know in a lifetime, you are the only one that you will never lose or leave.
To the question of your life, you’re the answer, and to the problems of your life, you’re the solution. –Jo Coudert

Une Vieille Maitresse

On Sunday night, I saw Catherine Breillat's "Une Vieille Maitresse" at BIFF. Jason, still somewhat disturbed by his experience with Inland Empire the weekend before, had certain, understandable reservations about what this, my next choice of film, would be like. This wonderful novel adaptation, set during what is stressed numerously throughout the film, as the "time of Laclos", with its delightful innuendos and erotic dialogue, turned out to be very enjoyable. Afterwards, over cheesecake, we talked about the film and its strengths.

First on the menu was whether Asia had in fact had breast enlargements. Asia's numerous nude scenes, whether arched in ecstasy over the Comte de Marigny or entertwined with him in orgasmic abandon, provided ample opportunities for me to gauge this fact but sadly, I still don't know for sure!

Next, was the delightful mise-en-scene. During the very first scenes, it becomes evident, from the layers and layers of ornamental lace, the glossy silk fabrics, the russling of richly woven skirts, the intermittent crackling in the fireplace, the impressive period furniture, and the opulent dinners - that this is a hedonist's film. It is made for pleasure. The attention to detail is striking.
The absence of non-diegetic music works well as it eliminates distractions and helps to immerse oneself in the reality of the 19th century. Without the non-diegetic sounds, one can become exclusively intimate with the Parisian soirees and the melancholic country manor by the sea.

Every scene, every shot demonstrates such artful composition that I'm wondering whether this would not be France's answer to the likes of Zheng Yimou.
Asia's framing in particular inspires great artistry. There is a scene where Asia sulks in her opera box. A large lace fan covers her face, save her moody eyes. A classic beauty, she is not. But it is difficult not to linger on her for a while, if only to admire the lovely lace on her fingerless, black gloves (which I'm sure will soon cause a fury as a fashion item) and her black hair which is tightly mounted into compact bun and adorned with a dramatic Malagan mantilla and large red flower. One of her dark strands is curled and stamped on her forehead, completing her panoply of seductress.

The third thing up for discussion was the sultry Roxane Mesquida who plays Hermangarde. More specifically, we discussed the director's decision to leave Roxane's eyebrows in a dark brown (black?) color. I can understand that the actress died her hair blonde to better impress upon us the youthful Hermangarde, daughter of proper society, but the contrast between her fair mane and the dark line above her eyes was much too striking. I came to the conclusion that perhaps the purpose of these mismatched eyebrows was to better underline Hermangarde's darker thoughts. Having not read the novel, I am not certain of this fact but it is clear that her character does not turn out to be all innocent and charming as her husband had presumed. There is a final scene where husband and wife are confronting each other and she remains immured in an understandably, cold silence while he begs her to speak. Hermangarde's only reply is a calculated dark browed regard towards him in a manner that all to explicitly conveys her hatred and disgust. I suppose that the scene would have been less dramatic had the said brows been bleached. So that's for the eyebrows.

And now, for the sake of this blog, I would like to go further with Hermangarde's character. Once again, I have not read the novel but it seemed to me that she turned out more hateful than what La Vellini, prided herself to be, in a narcisstic show of her Iberian origins.

To begin, the two female characters are opposed. One is blonde with straight hair. The other has dark, unruly hair. One is considered beautiful, a true jewel of French society, while the other, "an ugly enchantress" from the seedy corners of Spain. One conforms to society while the other overtly defies social norms. One remains shy of physical demonstrations while the other's emotional balance hinges on shared sexual energy. Asia's character, La Vellini is seen by the other characters as an adventuress, her libertine ways clearly matching that of her lover's, Ryno de Marigny.

I believe that the accidental death of Vellini's daughter is central to this story. Firstly, it represents a sort of karmic re-adjustment in that it functioned according to what society's expectations were (and remains) concerning women: that they can not be courtesans as well as good mothers. The two are incompatible. And secondly, it is interesting that the disastrous effect of her child's death on Vellini's emotional balance is in direct proportion to her undying love and adoration for Count Ryno de Marigny.

And now having established that fact, I want to return to Hermangarde who it seemed to me conducted an abortion straight after she clandestinely learnt of her husband's treachery. I had to conclude that this was not a miscarriage: in the scene, she sits upright in her bed and contemplates her bloody thighs as the doctor washes her. Whether this was a planned operation or not, (and once again I have not read the novel) Hermangarde conveys absolutely no emotion and seems totally removed from her dead child. This scene contrasts sharply with Vellini's passionate mourning in the Algerian desert following her daughter's cremation. I felt that this ritually medical scene was necessary to complete the comparison between the two women and to justify Ryno de Marigny's decision to return to his lover. That is, if the symbolic meaning of the dead child can be carried further, then not only is Hermangarde not in the least attached to the fruit of her union, but she does not love Ryno De Marigny, at least not as much as La Vellini.
As a result, it seemed only correct that the film concludes soon after having informed us that Marigny has resumed his 10 year long affair with the Spanish courtesan.

Vellini's triumph marks this picture as one of the few films where the fiesty, independent, female protagonist does not suffer a reversal of fortune nor end up dead or punished by the patriarchal narrative. A pleasure to see. Well done Catherine Breillat!


Watch Asia woo the papparazi at Cannes 2007

Mélissa Theuriau and Jamel Debouzze

Brangelina is so passé.

The couple that has me most inspired right now is French comedian/actor Jamel Debouzze and French journalist Mélissa Theuriau. YES, THE Mélissa Theuriau. You read right.

So guys, you can stop drooling over the gorgeous Mélissa in YouTube: she is taken.
And not by anyone let me tell you.

Considering the combined talent of these two, I'm not sure who to be most jealous of...

Mélissa was recently voted most sexiest women of 2007 by FHM magazine. Only 28 years old and she's got a Master degree in Audiovisual Journalism and several years experience as a reporter on French television. Mélissa now hosts a travel show on French channel M6. Here is her official French website.



And what can I say about Jamel? Eloquent yet shockingly funny, fun yet deep, intelligent, socially perceptive and HOT....I totally admire this guy. Apart from the fact that I can't get anough of his show "100% Debouzze", I have to bow down to someone who let neither his poor childhood in Trappes nor the loss of an arm following a train accident early in his life, get in the way of his spirit.

Hot Men

Here's my self-administered quiz on all things male.

Name your childhood crush.
Part dandy, part free-spirit, part mystery.
So Zorro fits the bill. So does Robin Hood.
Any others? Cartoon characters maybe?
Ah, yes. Mendoza from the Mysterious Cities of Gold. I fell for the well-heeled Catalan with his elegant rapier. I blame it on those sideburns. It's the caped navigator thing.
I also had a fling with Ulysses. But he was too modern... I needed 16th century.

Hmm...what male figures do you enjoy watching today?
Very few. I'm not into symmetry. The cleancut Meditteranean jetsetter in his Armani suit just doesn't do it for me. Neither do the likes of Brad Pitt, Bruce Willis, Tom Cruise, Heath Ledger, Jude Law, Matt Damon, Keanu Reeves (heavens forbid) and all those overdone, over-preened Hollywood icons. Not into bulging biceps either, so Arnie and Stallone are also out. The male cast of Friends is a no go. What were those girls my age thinking? I mean, they're just kids for heaven's sake.

Clive Owen
Who would be in your top ten for male visual pleasure?
Ok, this may not please everyone. Not in any particular order:
Clive Owen - smouldering, raw energy. He is fabulous in "Closer".
Rufus Sewell - loved his character in Amazing Grace. Great eyes.
Gad Elmaleh (left) - you just have to watch this guy in "Priceless", he stole my heart.
Benicio del Toro - intense everywhere he goes.
Jean Reno - when he was a little younger. Love his voice.
Hrithik Roshan - one very hot man

Hrithik Roshan
What does Jason think about your crushes?
heh heh. Depends, Male or female?
No seriously, we're both secure enough to deal with this.

Any favourite male characters?
Easy: Nicolas Cage in City of Angels. This would have to be one of my favourite characters. Soulful.
Also on the list: Djimon Hounsou in Amistad, Nicolas Cage in Conair, Nicolas Cage in Face Off (hmm...seeing a pattern there?), Clive Owen in Closer, Leonardo di Caprio in The Departed (sigh), Edward Norton in the Illusionist (spiritual, enigmatic, intelligent) and a few others that don't spring to mind.
Characters are always more interesting than the actors themselves wouldn't you say?

Who puts you off?
Tom Cruise. Always so angry no matter what role he undertakes.

Not a Johnny Depp fan?
Johnny Depp is a kind of muse for me. He's beautiful, inspirational and very talented but I'm not into him.

John Travolta?
I like him like a dad. He's great, especially in Face Off.

Big Brother 6 question: Jamie or Dino?
Dino by 100%.

Big Brother 7 question: Billie or Zoran?
Zoran. But I prefer Daniela. She had more balls.