Thursday, November 22, 2012

Ma premiere entree de blog en francais (My first blog entry in French)

C'est ma première entrée de blog en français. Avec un peu d'aide de Google bien sûr...

La sensation est le même que le succès écrit le "Hello World" programme avec une langue nouvellement apprise programmation.

Si vous m'aviez dit il ya huit mois que je vais écrire en français aujourd'hui, j'ai très certainement ne sera pas parier là-dessus. Personnellement, je pense que je suis encore un débutant et j'ai encore beaucoup à apprendre. Aussi, si tant est que je peux passer mon niveau A1.3 examen en Décembre!

Ne jamais arrêter de rêver


[In English]

This is my first blog entry in French. With a little bit of help from Google of course..

The feeling is similar to successfully writing the "Hello World" program with a newly learnt programming language.

If you had told me eight months ago that I will write in French today, I most definitely will not bet on it. Personally, I think that I am still a beginner and I have much more to learn. Also, that is if I can pass my level A1.3 exam in December!

Never stop dreaming

Thursday, November 15, 2012


I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of being a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. 

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But there's no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.

I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying - because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore except to make our lives into a work of art


I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever-
*I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself- I Ride. I Just Ride.*

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them?
I Have.
I AM F***ing Crazy. But I Am Free.
- Lana Del Rey

Sunday, November 04, 2012