mardi 27 novembre 2012

Daydreaming of Venice.

I'm leaving on friday for Prague, with my sister, and that makes me so happy! I've been wanting to go there for about 7years, because back then I had a huge interest in Czech Republic. It is still the case, more or less, my interest has now widen up to most Eastern Europe. For many people eastern europe is kind of boring, but I have always loved it. You know already that I've fallen I love with Budapest and Hungary, I love Germany and Austria and I can't wait to go to Poland and Ukraine. Prague is going to be amazing, I can't wait! Let's just say that we're taking the bus, and that it is going to be long and tiring. We'll arrive at 5& a half am, after around 14hours on the road. Pretty much exhausting,but we're young !

Lately I've been thinking of Venezia a lot, I miss the sun, the little streets so peaceful and quiet thanks to no car at all, the sea everywhere, the seats at the end of the vaporettos and the fresh air on your face and shoulders, the Lido beach, the neverending days, the silence that make the churches even more impressive and imposing.

It's quite funny how sometimes, places or trips take some time before becoming happy memories, or somewhere you'd like to go back to. When I was in Venice, I liked it a lot, but I didn't think I'd miss it once back in Paris. Right now it's gray and cold in Paris, today was a rainy day, and I can't help but daydream of Venice and the warmth of these old houses, the beauty of those palaces facing the green sea, like marble cliffs, and this bench on which I had picnics made of cherry tomatoes&grappes.

all pictures are my friend's ones :)

I can't wait to walk in Venice again, to spend a week there, enjoying the single fact of being lazy, free of any chore or duty in such a beautiful city. 

Where would you like to go or to be now?

mercredi 21 novembre 2012


I don't know about you, but food is a big part of my trips. As a vegetarian it is kind of hard to be able to enjoy the typical meals of the country I go to, for there is quite often meat in there. However I still do love eating, and trying new things, discovering new tastes, and eating in sometimes impromptu places.
As much as experimenting with food when you're traveling can be really a great experience, sometimes missing the food you usually eat, and really like can be a struggle.
I've been to few countries, but I've already experienced this feeling of craving something specific for days or weeks and not being able to eat it. Either because the product can't be found, is too expensive or need to be cooked, which can't be done in hotel rooms.
The two countries where I felt this way were Japan and Italy. Italy because there's meat everywhere, and because carbs(white ones) are a huge part of the typical meals. And I'm not eating carbs, or really few. I'm a bit of a nutrition freak, so even on trip I can't help but count my calories, think of the intake of vitamin, nutrientsn iron blabla. am i getting boring?
In Japan, breakfasts were torture at the begining. No real bread, no croissants, no cheese, no jam( but no bread anyway so why searching for jam?), fruits were hella expensive... I seriously thought I was going to turn mad every morning until we found Mr donut that just saved my life (let's just say that in Japan I had completely given up on eating veggies, non fried or not overly sweet. Actually donuts were the less sweet we could find there.
I was so desperate for cheese, that I almost spent 15dollars on buying a ridiculously goatcheese.
But I also was desperately broke, so I did not.
I know, everytime I'm going on a trip for more than a week somewhere (except for Germany or England) that food is going to be as much of an howsohuge joy as an issue.
Fortunately when travelling you walk a lot. A lot. So it's quite rare you gain weight. At least it's always been the case until now. pleasegodoftripkeepitthatwayiwanttokeepeatingsomuchontheroad.
So I thought I'd share with you some pictures that will make you drool.

Oh and btw, the lovely Colleen was great enough to let me talk about how much I love Tokyo on her blog!
Check her out, she's funny and super kind!

jeudi 15 novembre 2012

You've always been loved. You are important.

I'm warning you, this post is going to be long and maybe a bit personal, covering subjects that some people don't want to read or hear about (aka god). But after all this is my blog, and I have felt like writing this entry all day long. Not sure where it's going to lead me exactly, though. We shall discover it together!

 Let aside beauty related questions, the question that I get asked the most frequently is probably how do I do to be positive, to keep smiling, to be happy always, and to have self confidence. I'll probably do a video about self confidence( though I still have no clue how to have some). First thing first, I'm not always happy. In fact, if you've known me for a long time( more than 4years), which is unlikely to be if you're reading this, you'd be surprised to know that people consider me an optimistic person. I am, myself, somehow too always surprised and quite puzzled when I get this question. I feel like looking around in doubts "are you talking to me?". But on the other hand, words come immediatly. The answer is pretty obvious, and that makes me think that maybe, I'm indeed an optimistic girl.

This hasn't always been the case. I've already talked about it in some videos or some blogposts, but not really in depths and details. I'm not going to do it now either, because I don't feel truly comfortable with sharing that part of me, which I don't really share, even with my closest friends. But I'll try to talk about it a bit, just to give you an idea of the change that can occur in someone's personality and ways to see life&the world.
I was an unhappy child, I was an unhappy young teenager, and I was a somehow sad teenager still.
My favourite words as a child were 'no' and 'why'. Why is still one of my favourite ones, but no definitely doesn't make it to the top 3anymore. Why is now paired with yes. No more no for me, thanks.
Growing up, I had no appetite for life. I had appetite for litterature and music only. Especially litterature. Books were basically my world. They were my best friends. And they still are the ones I go back to when I feel down or lost.
Why was I that child and teenager? I had really good parents, I had really good school grades, I had friends. I had basically everything that would make up a nice childhood. But nice isn't at all the word that comes to my mind when remembering about that time of my life.
I have always thought that people were divided into three categories. The ones that are born happy, the ones that are born sad ant the ones that are neutral, on the middle line. Anyone can be happy, anyone can be sad obviously. But if nothing happens, if you just let your heart and mind at peace, I think some people will naturally be happy, feel good and some will no matter what, feel nostalgic, sad.
I think I was born a sad one. I have been sad most of my life, not the desperately sad girl crying and complaining, no. The saddest thing is that for me being sad was natural, logical. There was a priori, nothing wrong with being sad. When I think of my life until I turned 14, I picture a dark and heavy cloud always above my head. Never leaving me alone. I've thought about suicide, or death since I was 8. Just thinking there wouldn't be anything I'd miss really if I were dead, and that it wouldn't be a dramatic thing to die..
Now you understand why I feel always somehow puzzled when someone asks me what is my secret to happiness.

There's obviously no formula to happiness. No amazing magical recipe that would turn every gray day into a shinny one.
However there are few tips and tricks, few tools, few little secrets that can greatly change your life.
You already know how music helped and helps me, if not , there's an older entry about it.
The other thing or event that truly transformed my whole life, and that I don't really talk about is God.
My parents are atheists, my whole family is, my friends also kind of are. I've been to catholic middle and highschool and that is my only religious background. I've always been really interested in religions, I've never been one of these closed or defiant teenager when it came to that matter. I was in fact really interested, I truly enjoyed talking with priests, going to religious classes and to the weekly mass that we had in the school chapel. That last until I turned 13. However, despite my strong interest for anyform of religion, I never felt that I belived in God. I read a lot about buddhism, islam, hinduism... I liked religious people, I liked learning about religions but it wasn't something I felt in me.

Until the day I saw the light. I probably already lost many of you, and surely a greater number when writing this sentence. But this is really how it happened, and how I remembered it. I was at a mass, the whole school was singing and while looking at the cross in front of us, I felt a wave of love, of light of astonishing softness coming to me. It was an overwhelming feeling, a very warm and strong sensation. As if the whole church suddenly became brighter, and the brightness since then has never really left me.
 Does this make me a christian? A catholic? Not really. If I had to pick up a religion I'd pick christianism, for it is the one that appeals the most to me, especially because of Jesus. But I agree with so many things of buddhism, I found peace reading the Book of Spirits and I will never see the Pope as someone important.

To put it simply, dogma isn't my thing. I believe in a God of Love, that loves everyone and everything. A God present in everything, in everyone for we all have a spark within us, that we must nourish until it blazes into eternal light. 

Though I don't think of myself as a catholic, I go to church often, I end my prayers with the lord's prayer and if you were to ask me who is a role model or inspiring person, I'd think of Jesus.
What is really a shame is that so many people despise God or believers because they immediatly think that  we are integrists, or stupid people who have been taught to do this or to think that.
It's not the truth. You don't have to look, to behave, to think, to live a certain way to believe in God. You don't have to fit into any category.
You can live very well without God, if that is your choice, it's fine. I'm not trying to force anyone to believe, I'm just saying that maybe you feel lonely. Maybe you feel lost, maybe you don't have hope anymore or you feel like no one is here for you or understands you. If this is the case, just like it somehow was for me, maybe you should try to open your heart and your mind a bit more, for God is always here, even when you deny its existence. The light, the love, the kindness that becoming aware of his existence brought to my life is the biggest love I could ever think of.

So why am I optimistic and smiling always? Because I love life, I love people... Sure!
But also because I have God by my side. I guess for people who don't believe in God that makes no sense, but when you realize that there's someone that wanted you to be alive, someone who has a plan for you, who trusts you, loves you just for who you are, someone who will never leave you; life changes.

Everything has a reason, everything becomes beautiful, logical and precious. You are a beautiful person living in a beautiful world. You can do beautiful things, you can feel beautiful things, you can meet so many beautiful people.

Hate, anger, jealousy... they are blown away. I'm not perfect obviously, I still get irritated, and still feel jealous times to times. But I'll do my very best to avoir any mean word, any criticism or basically to huyrt anyone in anyway. To condamn, judge, blame or have any bad feelings. I have no desire to revenge, to fight or any regrets in my heart.

I focus on love, sympathy, gratitude and helping people

Only by writing this entry I feel my heart warm, I feel at peace. So that is my biggest secret to happiness.
And I wanted to share it with you guys. If you've made it to the end of this text, thank you and congrats!
Feel free to let me know what are your thoughts on it, it's always interesting to know what's going on in people's mind.
I hope this post somehow was interesting, helpful or inspiring to some of you.
In no way was I trying to convince you that everyone should believe.
I'm just sharing what has brought me the most joy in my life,
because it would be pretty selfish not to do it, right?!

lundi 12 novembre 2012

Every teardrop is a waterfall.

This is a love confession to life. To all the simple, yet so precious little things of life.
I love chocolate. Dark one, especially before going to bed.
I love carrots.
I love seeing birds flying from my window.
I love my flat. The street I live in and my whole neighbourhood.
I love natural light, and particularly the gold one that lights up my whole livingroom at the end of the afternoon.
I love listening to 80's song while cooking.
I love the smell of vanilla and mango. Especially for soaps, creams and allthatjazz.
I love the sea, the big waves, the smell of salt and freedom, the sand, the seashells, the sound of water and the peace that it brings to my heart.
I love reading good books in a comfy bed, after a nice walk in a park.
I love flowers and trees.
I love animals. I love dogs, cats, fish, birds, rats, horses, cows, sheep, hens, pigeons, pigs..; you name it I love them all.
I love walking barefooted.
I love being outside at night.
I love applying lipstick and taking off rings.
I love lighting up candles and listening to sad songs.
I love taking the plane, I love looking by the window at night when there are big flashes of lightning.
I love clouds. I love love love love clouds.
I love to take new roads.
I love to find a sit in the subway.
I love to wear long dresses.
I love to exchange long interesting personal emails with strangers.
I love to check instagram before falling asleep.
I love fridays' mornings, because my sister and I don't go to school.
I love fireworks. And everything that makes light, especially coloured one.
I love picnics.
I love eating tomatoes in my aunt's garden.
I love men's smells, I love their arms, hands, smiles and voices.
I love vacuuming.
I love reading to old msn chats and looking at old pictures of friends.
I love polaroids pictures.
I love short movies, travel videos, music videos, and beautiful movies.
I love making videos, watching videos, replying comments.
I love round chubby fluffy things.
I love singing.
I love booking flights, hotel rooms and dreaming of everywhere I could go else.
I love being first row at a concert.
I love the atmospheer inside of churches.
I love reading about physics, astronomy, religion and psychology.
I love feeling small sometimes.
I love speaking korean eventhough I can only say few words.
I love licking mustard on a knife.
I love lying on the floor, and sitting in the streets.
I love blue things.
I love having long nails, and seeing my hair grow back to its normal lenght.
I love saying I love things.
I love sleeping with friends, and animals.
I love snails.
I love rubbing apricots on my cheeks.
I love sneezing.
I love the sun in the trees.

The list could go on&on. And that is precisely what is amazing. When you take time to think about it properly, there are so many enjoyable, lovely things in life. Everyday is made of so many little details, events, meetings, actions and words that just make everything worth it. Today I felt a bit bored, didn't know exactly what I wanted to do, didn't really feel like doing what I had to do, so I thought I'd share with you a bit of what makes me smile, hoping you'd be willing to share yours too/
And oh. I almost forgot. I love you guys.

mercredi 7 novembre 2012

Perhaps the reason memories of youth are always in watercolor, is because it ends before it can be put in more vivid colors.

I'm a bit lazy lazy to write a proper entry so I thought I'd show you pictures of the past month. :)
I hope you enjoy guys~

My lovely friend Momoko sent me this beautiful book. I'll need a dictionary for sure but I love it.

Banana mufins, no sugar used!

I keep trying and trying but I can't stop buying books and unecessary stuff.. And also I can't help being messy.

I've decided to start cooking things I've never cooked before! And my sister loves fall! So here you go. I made some mashed Jerusalem arichoke( what kind of name is that?) and it was delicious!

Can't really believe it, but yes. I'm going to exercise.  Hopefully.

Japanese meal ! 

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70's fever!

For those who didn't know, I'm almost blind!


Halloween celebration! :)