My dearest doctor finaly declared me fit for sports again! I AM SO HAPPY!
I missed training so much! and missed clearing my head, missed the subbtle pride of aching muscles!
I can't go back to ballet yet, but running is okay. 5 kilometers top, with a lot of stretching.
But I'm so happy! back to my working out schedule! Getting fit again!
Beli Ya Al's World
mercredi 19 août 2015
mardi 18 août 2015
I know that I don't know a lot, and by itself it's already a lot.
Edit warning: The article is longer than expected at first. Please excuse me for the potential inconvenience. To keep you company, I've found an owl taking a bath. Enjoy.
We were talking about languages, and the fact that we intend to learn a bunch of them. Like, litterally as many languages as possible.
Leaving the country next month, I know I'll have the possibility to learn and practice many languages that were up to now impossible to study (because of the lack of time and of people to talk with - that's the problem of living in your birth country: you already speak the local language)
I am always happy when my friends plan on learning a language which is also on my list.
Swedish, German, Italian, Russian, Thaï, Arabic...
But as we talked about it Someone told me that I'd have to be patient, because even if one started to learn a language with me, I'd be way over one's level in the same amount of time.
That remark got stuck in my head somehow.
I have indeed been studying a couple of languages. French, obviously, since it's my mother tong. English, (seems obvious too, since I am... well, writing in english, as an attempt to practice), Italian, too, because, why not? (I started in highschool and since made new friends in Italy) and Spanish.
I recently started German, because it's a good base to then learn Russian (and I've always been quite intrigued with the language and the culture). German is indeed easier to learn from an English speaker point of view than from a French point of view, so I take my classes in English.
To me learning languages is both weird and natural.
Learning French as a kid was quite a pain. I had an extended vocabulary, spoke easily with complex sentences, but writting was a PAIN. As my mother used to say, I re-invented French several times. [Dyslexia didn't help, that's for sure]
I knew how to talk, but write was something else entierly. I couldn't grasp grammar even if my life depended on it, I couln't remember the proper conjugaison of a verb, or what I was supposed to put at the end of an adjective.
Again, talking came naturally and I didn't make mistakes, which drove my parents mad.
Well, to be honnest, it drove me mad too. My head has awlays been full of stories, of great quest, dragons, spaceship, epic quests and beautifull landscape. I had maelstorm of words spinning in there and was unable to share them without making a fool of myself. It's both extremely frustrating and actually hurting.
At some point I was so pissed for not being able to write correctly all the things that were in my head, I bit myself until I got it all. was hard. hated it, but it had to be done.
I learned out of shame and stubborness. I was tired of people never taking me seriously because of my grammar or my spelling mistakes. I took extra classes, wrote more carefully and change the way I read. (went from binge-reading to Reading the word one by one - Now you know why I read so slowly, It's still something new for me)
And that's how I started to write French. Took me ages, and I think I really got it right only in the middle of highschool.)
I never had the same problem with English. I learnt it from scratch, and even if I was still struggling with french I didn't have so many problems with english. Of course it wasn't perfect (Still isn't perfet, whatever the Sweet monster can say - He seems unable to realise that his english is actualy more fluent than mine. But never mind.)
So when he told me that I had to be patient with people learning new languages, beause I seem to learn them fast and without real struggle, it stuck. I had so much trouble learning my mother tong, how could he really say that? I study for the sake of what is left of my sanity. To me, the more languages you speak the more you'll be able to travel, and learn and read. Languages are an window on other people's lives, and learning them only seem natural. The more I learn, the easier it gets. words from different languages get linked together around ideas and concepts. It's both very clear and all mixed.
But I don't think I learn languages any faster than anyone else. I'm not even very serious in my studies.
I only do it for fun and for curiosity.
We were talking about languages, and the fact that we intend to learn a bunch of them. Like, litterally as many languages as possible.
Leaving the country next month, I know I'll have the possibility to learn and practice many languages that were up to now impossible to study (because of the lack of time and of people to talk with - that's the problem of living in your birth country: you already speak the local language)
I am always happy when my friends plan on learning a language which is also on my list.
Swedish, German, Italian, Russian, Thaï, Arabic...
But as we talked about it Someone told me that I'd have to be patient, because even if one started to learn a language with me, I'd be way over one's level in the same amount of time.
That remark got stuck in my head somehow.
I have indeed been studying a couple of languages. French, obviously, since it's my mother tong. English, (seems obvious too, since I am... well, writing in english, as an attempt to practice), Italian, too, because, why not? (I started in highschool and since made new friends in Italy) and Spanish.
I recently started German, because it's a good base to then learn Russian (and I've always been quite intrigued with the language and the culture). German is indeed easier to learn from an English speaker point of view than from a French point of view, so I take my classes in English.
To me learning languages is both weird and natural.
Learning French as a kid was quite a pain. I had an extended vocabulary, spoke easily with complex sentences, but writting was a PAIN. As my mother used to say, I re-invented French several times. [Dyslexia didn't help, that's for sure]
I knew how to talk, but write was something else entierly. I couldn't grasp grammar even if my life depended on it, I couln't remember the proper conjugaison of a verb, or what I was supposed to put at the end of an adjective.
Again, talking came naturally and I didn't make mistakes, which drove my parents mad.
Well, to be honnest, it drove me mad too. My head has awlays been full of stories, of great quest, dragons, spaceship, epic quests and beautifull landscape. I had maelstorm of words spinning in there and was unable to share them without making a fool of myself. It's both extremely frustrating and actually hurting.
At some point I was so pissed for not being able to write correctly all the things that were in my head, I bit myself until I got it all. was hard. hated it, but it had to be done.
I learned out of shame and stubborness. I was tired of people never taking me seriously because of my grammar or my spelling mistakes. I took extra classes, wrote more carefully and change the way I read. (went from binge-reading to Reading the word one by one - Now you know why I read so slowly, It's still something new for me)
And that's how I started to write French. Took me ages, and I think I really got it right only in the middle of highschool.)
I never had the same problem with English. I learnt it from scratch, and even if I was still struggling with french I didn't have so many problems with english. Of course it wasn't perfect (Still isn't perfet, whatever the Sweet monster can say - He seems unable to realise that his english is actualy more fluent than mine. But never mind.)
So when he told me that I had to be patient with people learning new languages, beause I seem to learn them fast and without real struggle, it stuck. I had so much trouble learning my mother tong, how could he really say that? I study for the sake of what is left of my sanity. To me, the more languages you speak the more you'll be able to travel, and learn and read. Languages are an window on other people's lives, and learning them only seem natural. The more I learn, the easier it gets. words from different languages get linked together around ideas and concepts. It's both very clear and all mixed.
But I don't think I learn languages any faster than anyone else. I'm not even very serious in my studies.
I only do it for fun and for curiosity.
lundi 17 août 2015
Back from... never mind, home sweet home!
I'm BACK!
Back from holidays, and back to work (back pain too, but that's another topic entierly)!
Lady Mona and I came back from London Friday morning. we had hald a day to empy our luggage and pack another suit case to leave for my Almost-Evil-Twin's place in Le Mans.
Once again, I was traveling with the gorgeous and oh so marvelous Lady Mona, (who happens to be my Almost-Evil-Twin's girlfriend). Let's be honnest, we were already dead tired from the night of journey (Coach, ferry, coach again) and the ordeal of bringing all our shopping back to our respective flats left us even more exhausted. (my suitcase weighted more than Me ans I had another bag with the blankets and shoes that couldn't fit in the suitcase) (I bought books, shoes and blankets, mainly, which are both heavy and cumbersome.) But we made it to the train station, early friday afternoon for our next journey!
I almost died twice between getting back to my flat and leaving it again, but I miraculously survived the tiredness, the luggage (emptied/repacked), and the incredible amount of small things I had to do.
After London's grey sky and rain, we welcomed Paris' sun and dressed for the season: Nice and short dress for the Lady, and mini shorts for me.
Karma being a bitch, it obviously rained in Le Mans when we arrived!
Then yesterday, late afternoon, I was back to the station to get back to Paris, this time I travelled alone and almost died of cold (SNCF has a weird sens of how air conditioning should be used).
I finally arrived at my place around 21h30! Time for paperwork to prepare my appointment at the Chinese visa center in Paris.
I emptied my suit case but couldn't find the strengh to put it back in the closet. I have been living with an open-suitcase in my bedroom for month! Which on the long run is a bit depressing actually. I don't know when was the last time I could finally settle for more than a few days.
I am happy to move and see many people. The feeling of Living. Enjoying as many things as possible, but I miss having time for myself. Those last month, it mainly happened while I wasn't even at my place. Someone had to almost force some free time into my agenda for me to take naps and read and do nothing in order to avoid a mass murder. (Couldn't thank the Sweet Monster enough for that. I'd have gone mad without those quiet moments)
I don't even know where I'll be next saturday/sunday. (3 possibilities for the moment, and only one implies me staying homesaturday and going to an event sunday)
Long story short: I'm exhasted and want to crawl under my blanket and sleep for several days!
Back from holidays, and back to work (back pain too, but that's another topic entierly)!
Lady Mona and I came back from London Friday morning. we had hald a day to empy our luggage and pack another suit case to leave for my Almost-Evil-Twin's place in Le Mans.
Once again, I was traveling with the gorgeous and oh so marvelous Lady Mona, (who happens to be my Almost-Evil-Twin's girlfriend). Let's be honnest, we were already dead tired from the night of journey (Coach, ferry, coach again) and the ordeal of bringing all our shopping back to our respective flats left us even more exhausted. (my suitcase weighted more than Me ans I had another bag with the blankets and shoes that couldn't fit in the suitcase) (I bought books, shoes and blankets, mainly, which are both heavy and cumbersome.) But we made it to the train station, early friday afternoon for our next journey!
I almost died twice between getting back to my flat and leaving it again, but I miraculously survived the tiredness, the luggage (emptied/repacked), and the incredible amount of small things I had to do.
After London's grey sky and rain, we welcomed Paris' sun and dressed for the season: Nice and short dress for the Lady, and mini shorts for me.
Karma being a bitch, it obviously rained in Le Mans when we arrived!
Then yesterday, late afternoon, I was back to the station to get back to Paris, this time I travelled alone and almost died of cold (SNCF has a weird sens of how air conditioning should be used).
I finally arrived at my place around 21h30! Time for paperwork to prepare my appointment at the Chinese visa center in Paris.
I emptied my suit case but couldn't find the strengh to put it back in the closet. I have been living with an open-suitcase in my bedroom for month! Which on the long run is a bit depressing actually. I don't know when was the last time I could finally settle for more than a few days.
I am happy to move and see many people. The feeling of Living. Enjoying as many things as possible, but I miss having time for myself. Those last month, it mainly happened while I wasn't even at my place. Someone had to almost force some free time into my agenda for me to take naps and read and do nothing in order to avoid a mass murder. (Couldn't thank the Sweet Monster enough for that. I'd have gone mad without those quiet moments)
I don't even know where I'll be next saturday/sunday. (3 possibilities for the moment, and only one implies me staying homesaturday and going to an event sunday)
Long story short: I'm exhasted and want to crawl under my blanket and sleep for several days!
dimanche 9 août 2015
Skywhales
Music video by Emilie Nicolas performing Pstereo. (C) 2014 Sony Music Entertainment Norway AS under exclusive license with Mouchiouse Music
samedi 8 août 2015
Sense 8 - season 2 comfirmed!
Netflix confirmed Sense8 season2!
I'm so excited! HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
I'm so excited! HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
vendredi 7 août 2015
I won't be living under a bridge!
Lady Mona and I managed (she managed) to rent a room in London!
(3 days before arriving)
Hourra! We won't be sleeping under the rain!
[as one can notice, we tend to book things at the last possible moment, but it seems to work well for us!]
London here we come!
(3 days before arriving)
Hourra! We won't be sleeping under the rain!
[as one can notice, we tend to book things at the last possible moment, but it seems to work well for us!]
London here we come!
jeudi 6 août 2015
London, here I come!
So Lady Mona and I are goind on an adventure together: Beware London, here we come!
Lady Mona and I are both HUGE Potterheads! We needed to take some days off (in order to avoid a mass murder - Us being angry against the world) and to go to the HarryPotter Studio, in England, but... There is no more tickets for the exhibition during our days off (we sort of started to think about booking tickets instead of daydreaming quite late... (2 days ago))
But it wasn't going to prevent us from fleeing the country and having fun abroad!
So Today, I booked our tickets for London!
So we'll leave next week for 4 days in London! I'm so excited!
I've been talking about travelling for weeks! (and no, China doesn't count. I'll be living there, not travelling). So going back to London can only be a good thing.
I've been missing England for some time now. I don't know anyone there anymore, but I had so good memories there, it will always have a special place in my heart.
The two of us in London! that will be fun!
mercredi 5 août 2015
Not many pictures
Am I the only one feeling guilty about taking many pictures (like « I
should be living, seeing things directly, not through a screen») and when back home sad about not
having many pictures to relive the events ?
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