My friends, my week has been crazy busy.
THat's why I haven't post for days.
And I still won't do a proper one today.
But don't worry.
I'll post a wonderful post about Paris tomorrow. And also about a gorgeous, beautiful, so sexy french top model (girl), famous all around the world, that I met in the street while I was wandering in Paris.
This is Paris' magic... "La magie de Paris" =)
Just wait until tomorrow.
I'll keep my promess! =)
samedi 27 septembre 2008
dimanche 21 septembre 2008
in love!
my friends.
I'm watching right now a cross country competition (horse riding), and there was this aussie guy, Clayton Fredericks, who did a perfect performance, and of course, he'd been interviewed (he was interviewed??? ... I never know how to use these stupid tense - as foreign people don't know how to use french tenses ;) ).
That was the first time I heard the aussie accent since my return in France... And maaannnn, this accent is soooo wonderful!!!
With the "o" so full of sun, and you know, everything full of sun, full of dreams, just perfect.
I DO love this accent. As much as I love Australia.
I was so crazy to hear this wonderful accent, I talked alone in english when I was in my shower. Am I crazy? Yes Sir. But I don't care, French people are crazy anyway ;) I'm just in the average french crazyness =)
Is there an aussie guy, handsome, funny and smart who's ok to marry me? ;)
I'm watching right now a cross country competition (horse riding), and there was this aussie guy, Clayton Fredericks, who did a perfect performance, and of course, he'd been interviewed (he was interviewed??? ... I never know how to use these stupid tense - as foreign people don't know how to use french tenses ;) ).
That was the first time I heard the aussie accent since my return in France... And maaannnn, this accent is soooo wonderful!!!
With the "o" so full of sun, and you know, everything full of sun, full of dreams, just perfect.
I DO love this accent. As much as I love Australia.
I was so crazy to hear this wonderful accent, I talked alone in english when I was in my shower. Am I crazy? Yes Sir. But I don't care, French people are crazy anyway ;) I'm just in the average french crazyness =)
Is there an aussie guy, handsome, funny and smart who's ok to marry me? ;)
jeudi 18 septembre 2008
Paris, paris!
Today, I went to the architectural school to enrol.
It's in the north of Paris, le 19e arrondissement.
When I went out from the metro, I was astonished by the dirt in the street. This is when I realised how Melbourne is clean!!! Nothing on the ground : no leeves, no cigarets, nothing!
The huge difference between Melbourne and Paris is also the origine of the people.
In Melbourne, most of the "foreign" people are from Asia. Here, they're all from Africa. I never realised there are so many african people in Paris! I was just used to it.
I also noticed something I didn't use to notice before : the poverty.
Yes, there is a lot of poverty in Paris. Of course, no advertisment for that. It's not famous for that.
But that's reality.
If you go on the wealthy part of Paris, which means the center and the west of Paris, you won't see many of homeless, one or two, not more.
But you'll see much more if you go in the north and the north east.
As a consequence, it's not the safer part of Paris. I wouldn't feel really comfortable if I'd go there in the middle of the night. Even if it's Paris.
That's very weird how foreign people have a different perception of Paris and how it is in reality. They are absolutly ignorant about the poverty and the "bad" side of Paris. Which is understandable, because who will remember this dark side when the city is SO beautiful on the other side?
But still, it exists.
Of course, Paris it's a very beautiful city. We have a history in there. In Australia, the history is 100 years old.
In France, it's more than 1000 years old.
That was very funny when Aussie were telling me that a building was "old". Because for them, "old" is 100 years old. For French (like me), that's SO recent! I mean, in Paris, we have building which are 800years old or even more (Notre Dame De Paris).
Countries have different history, and that was so interesting to see a country which just started from scratch 100 years ago, and how wonderful it is now!
Even if there is also a dark side, the Aborigens...
But the good part is that Australia recently accepted that they did something really bad, and now try to be forgiven. Even if that's a bit too late, I think late is better than ever, as we say in french "il vaut mieux tard que jamais".
It's in the north of Paris, le 19e arrondissement.
When I went out from the metro, I was astonished by the dirt in the street. This is when I realised how Melbourne is clean!!! Nothing on the ground : no leeves, no cigarets, nothing!
The huge difference between Melbourne and Paris is also the origine of the people.
In Melbourne, most of the "foreign" people are from Asia. Here, they're all from Africa. I never realised there are so many african people in Paris! I was just used to it.
I also noticed something I didn't use to notice before : the poverty.
Yes, there is a lot of poverty in Paris. Of course, no advertisment for that. It's not famous for that.
But that's reality.
If you go on the wealthy part of Paris, which means the center and the west of Paris, you won't see many of homeless, one or two, not more.
But you'll see much more if you go in the north and the north east.
As a consequence, it's not the safer part of Paris. I wouldn't feel really comfortable if I'd go there in the middle of the night. Even if it's Paris.
That's very weird how foreign people have a different perception of Paris and how it is in reality. They are absolutly ignorant about the poverty and the "bad" side of Paris. Which is understandable, because who will remember this dark side when the city is SO beautiful on the other side?
But still, it exists.
Of course, Paris it's a very beautiful city. We have a history in there. In Australia, the history is 100 years old.
In France, it's more than 1000 years old.
That was very funny when Aussie were telling me that a building was "old". Because for them, "old" is 100 years old. For French (like me), that's SO recent! I mean, in Paris, we have building which are 800years old or even more (Notre Dame De Paris).
Countries have different history, and that was so interesting to see a country which just started from scratch 100 years ago, and how wonderful it is now!
Even if there is also a dark side, the Aborigens...
But the good part is that Australia recently accepted that they did something really bad, and now try to be forgiven. Even if that's a bit too late, I think late is better than ever, as we say in french "il vaut mieux tard que jamais".
mercredi 17 septembre 2008
back to basics
My dear friends, very busy day today.
I went to this shop called Darty, where they sell things like washmachines, phones, ovens...
I waited 3h for only finding someone who can help me, and then she tried to sell me some silly things. Of course, without any smile. Very french.
After that, I went to Ikea, this shop which comes from Norway, where they sell fournitures in pieces, and you have to "build" the fournitures by yourself. Very funny, but also very frustrating and annoying sometimes...
And in this shop, I was ignored by 2 sellers talking together. I guess it was too interesting to even notice me.
After that, a gay seller helped me and he was lovely. As I've always said : two straight people don't worth one gay person. Or one gay person worth much more than two straight people. Whatever.
In the middle of that, my mother was stressed and stressful... I think the best part was that she woke me up this morning angry, just because it was "too late" : 10am!!! It is NOT too late! it's too early!
Obviously, she still doesn't know what is enjoying sleeping. My parents are always making me tired, and this time more than ever! =)
But, finally, a happy ending : I saw my lovely pony, back from the meadow. And I'm happy at least until the end of the day =)
What can I deduce from this day? Well, I'm définitly back to basics. For the good and also for the worse.
I went to this shop called Darty, where they sell things like washmachines, phones, ovens...
I waited 3h for only finding someone who can help me, and then she tried to sell me some silly things. Of course, without any smile. Very french.
After that, I went to Ikea, this shop which comes from Norway, where they sell fournitures in pieces, and you have to "build" the fournitures by yourself. Very funny, but also very frustrating and annoying sometimes...
And in this shop, I was ignored by 2 sellers talking together. I guess it was too interesting to even notice me.
After that, a gay seller helped me and he was lovely. As I've always said : two straight people don't worth one gay person. Or one gay person worth much more than two straight people. Whatever.
In the middle of that, my mother was stressed and stressful... I think the best part was that she woke me up this morning angry, just because it was "too late" : 10am!!! It is NOT too late! it's too early!
Obviously, she still doesn't know what is enjoying sleeping. My parents are always making me tired, and this time more than ever! =)
But, finally, a happy ending : I saw my lovely pony, back from the meadow. And I'm happy at least until the end of the day =)
What can I deduce from this day? Well, I'm définitly back to basics. For the good and also for the worse.
mardi 16 septembre 2008
moving homes
I got the key of my new flat yesterday.
I LOVE IT.
A little house, 40m², a little tiny garden, close to the metro.
The only problem is : there are lots of spiders.
I hate spiders, it's just gross.
Anyway, that's weird. I lived for 8 month in Melbourne and Reunion Island (little tropical island next to mauritius), in tiny flats or rooms, without garden but with a very warm weather.
Here, it's COLD.
Never been that cold for months!! I know I missed the cold time in Melbourne, but still. It's only september, not autumn yet, and it's allready 18°C (no idea how many Fahrenheit degrees it is) (how stupid it is to use Fahrenheit degrees!!! =) )
I'm gonna die when it's gonna be winter! I'm thinking about running away in australia again or in LA or something like that during the winter =)
But unfortunatly, I can't.
I'm thinking about going to the US next year or something, but that's gonna be hard as my studies are so complicated to organise!
Anyway, my life is so not interesting!
I LOVE IT.
A little house, 40m², a little tiny garden, close to the metro.
The only problem is : there are lots of spiders.
I hate spiders, it's just gross.
Anyway, that's weird. I lived for 8 month in Melbourne and Reunion Island (little tropical island next to mauritius), in tiny flats or rooms, without garden but with a very warm weather.
Here, it's COLD.
Never been that cold for months!! I know I missed the cold time in Melbourne, but still. It's only september, not autumn yet, and it's allready 18°C (no idea how many Fahrenheit degrees it is) (how stupid it is to use Fahrenheit degrees!!! =) )
I'm gonna die when it's gonna be winter! I'm thinking about running away in australia again or in LA or something like that during the winter =)
But unfortunatly, I can't.
I'm thinking about going to the US next year or something, but that's gonna be hard as my studies are so complicated to organise!
Anyway, my life is so not interesting!
first post
Hi everyone.
So, I'm introducing myself!
what can i say...
I'm french, and live in Paris.
I went to Melbourne, Australia, for 6 month, and felt deeply in love with this country and english culture in general.
I came back 2 months ago, and still miss it like crazy.
I wanted to keep my english... A blog, what else? (George Clooney culture, it's the same in France...)
So, welcome to my blog, feel free to comment and/or correct my mistakes. My english is not perfect, but at least I try as much as possible to improve it.
You'll almost live in Paris through this blog, just enjoy.
as Gossip Girl says : You know you love me.
XOXO
So, I'm introducing myself!
what can i say...
I'm french, and live in Paris.
I went to Melbourne, Australia, for 6 month, and felt deeply in love with this country and english culture in general.
I came back 2 months ago, and still miss it like crazy.
I wanted to keep my english... A blog, what else? (George Clooney culture, it's the same in France...)
So, welcome to my blog, feel free to comment and/or correct my mistakes. My english is not perfect, but at least I try as much as possible to improve it.
You'll almost live in Paris through this blog, just enjoy.
as Gossip Girl says : You know you love me.
XOXO
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