lundi 6 août 2012

Sans Espoir


This message will not be translated into French because I don't care to share with France what has recently gone down...

So I've had many discussions with my best friend John about how women are insane... And as I grow older, I become more and more aware of the accuracy of this point-of-view... You may not agree with me, and I may or may not care... But if you need a good ole' story to share with your friends over a nice glass of wine, here ya go cowboy:

I received a text from a girl a while back asking me to translate a sentence for her. When I saw who had sent me the message, I was excited because I had once tried to date her only to get the impression that she wasn't interested. However, when I saw that she just needed me to translate a message, I thought, "Oh great just another person who thinks that I moved to France to become the country's English professor..." I thus translated the message and sent it back. After, she sent me another message telling me that she hadn't seen me in a while. I then responded by saying that I myself had not seen her in a while. We exchanged a few messages and that was the end of the story. Two weeks later I started to think about the sentence that she had asked me to translate. After having thought it over, I realized that it wasn't a very complicated sentence and that she might have just used that as an excuse to contact me. I wasn't positive of my hypothesis, but was willing to do some research. I therefore sent her a message insisting on the fact that I hadn't seen her in a while and that we needed to grab a drink at some point. She responded positively and informed me that she was on vacation but that she would be happy to meet up when she got back to Paris. A few days later I sent another text just to see how she was doing and we continued to exchange messages back and forth for a while until she came back to Paris. At the end of every text conversation I insisted that she let me know when she makes it back to Paris so that we can go out for a drink. Each time she responded by telling me that she would be sure to contact me.

The day that she made it back to Paris, I didn't receive a message, but decided not to react just to give her some time. A few days later, I received a message asking me if I would be available to hang out with her either Friday or Saturday afternoon. I was very pleased to see that she had contacted me and opted for the Friday afternoon after work option. I offered to swing by her work to pick her up and got the permission from my boss to leave early on Friday. I was elated!

On Friday when I got to work, I told my closest colleagues that I would be taking a girl out after work. Everyone was so excited for me! I was hyped! I planned to leave the office at around 5pm but at around 4pm I couldn't work anymore because I was so nervous. I wasn't freaking out or anything, but just getting excited about what was about to happen. At 5pm I left the office wishing everyone a good weekend and plunged into the metro to pick up my date.

When I got to her work, I waited in the court yard for her to come out. She came out and seemed very excited. She started talking really fast as if she was nervous and began walking almost as fast as she was talking. I offered to take her to a wine bar in Montmartre and she seemed very enthused! We got to the wine bar and ordered a cheese tray with the appropriate wine to go with it. The waiter made some suggestions and spoke to us in wine terms that neither one of us understood. It was quite a funny yet romantic moment. During the date I had mentioned a Jewish restaurant that I had recently visited with a friend. She seemed interested and told me that she would like to try it some time. When we left the wine bar, I asked her if she was hungry and when she said yes, I offered to take her to the Jewish restaurant. She willingly accepted.

We had dinner at the restaurant and then I suggested that we take a walk through Paris. She was up for it. We then walked in front of City Hall and then in front of Notre Dame. At Notre Dame, we stopped and started chatting. I couldn't tell if she was ready to go home or if she wanted me to kiss her. I thus suggested that we keep walking. She then mentioned that she wanted to walk towards to metro in order to make sure that she didn't miss the last train home. I took that as a sign that she was not interested in me and ready to leave. I then walked us towards Pont Neuf (the most romantic bridge in Paris) where she just stopped and started watching the boats float by. I followed in her game and stopped to chat as we stared at the water. We then started walking again when she stopped once more to look at the water. This time, she took out some breath mints and offered one to me. I figured that it was a sign that she wanted to kiss, but I wasn't about to kiss her on our first date... She then stated that she was worried about finding her way back to her friend's apartment (where she was staying for the night) in the dark. I then said, "Don't worry; in any case, I will walk you home!" She seemed enthused with the idea, so we both took the last metro together back to her friend's apartment. When we got to the door of the apartment building, I figured that I would say good night and go home; however, she invited me in. I thus followed her in and we talked for a little while. Still wishing to be a gentleman, I didn't kiss her. When I felt like it was time to leave, I offered that we meet up on Sunday afternoon after church to go to the movies. She was exited with the idea and willingly accepted.

As I was walking home, she sent me a message to let me know that she had a wonderful evening. I responded saying that I had also had a great time. 

On Saturday, I sent her a message telling her to have a good evening with her sister (as she had planned to spend Saturday evening with her sister). She responded and we exchanged a few texts throughout the day. I met up with a friend of mine later on that afternoon and explained to him the whole situation. He was so happy for me! We both agreed that she seemed interested and that I was a pretty lucky fellow! I then mentioned that I needed to buy her a gift because her birthday was in July and she was not in Paris for me to see her. He recommended that we go to a gourmet grocery store where they sell some of the most amazing macaroons in the world. I agreed with the idea and followed him to the store where I purchased a nice tin with 14 macaroons wrapped in a nice gift sack with a ribbon.

The next day (Sunday) I met up with the girl after church and she said, "Hey would you mind if we went to see the film Brave?" and when she meant "we", she was talking about her plus three other girls... FML!!! I agreed (like an idiot) and followed these women to the theater. After the movie, the girls with whom I spent my afternoon decided to talk in front of the movie theater for about 45 minutes... Honestly I thought I was going to punch a baby in the face! I just wanted these ladies to make their way to the metro and leave me with the girl... But no! One of them intelligently suggested that we all go to a café together... So, we went to McDonalds... 

No lie, for over 2 hours I sat and listed to these women talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk. It was a nightmare! After, one of the girls asked the girl with whom I was supposed to spend my afternoon what metro line she was taking to get home. When my "girl" told the other girl that she would be taking line 7, the girl in question said, "Oh good! We're taking the same line!!!" Had there been a baby in the room, by this point I would have thrown it into the wall!!! I followed the girls out and when my "girl" asked me what line I was taking to get home, I told her that I would accompany her to where she was staying. I could have taken this horrible afternoon as a hint to get lost, but I had invested too much into this adventure not to see it through. When we got onto the metro, we talked a bit before the two girls started to get sleepy. When it was time to get off, we both said goodbye to the other girl and I walked with my "girl" back towards her friend's home where she was staying for the evening. As we walked out of the metro, my "girl" started talking about how she didn't know what she was going to eat in the morning. It may not have been the perfect time, but I then said to her, "You know, I like you a lot!" Her response, "What does that have to do with what I'm going to eat in the morning?" She then kept on talking about how she could eat her friend's rabbit or maybe they had left some food in the fridge. I finally just stopped her and said, "I don't think you realize what I just said..." She then started babbling about how she just isn't... Or at this time in her life she is just... I really don't know what she said because I don't care. The point of the matter is that she let me take her out on a date, let me think that she was interested and now that I was ready to confess my feelings and offer her a late birthday present, she shit on my face... The end... 

Needless to say I kept the present and plan on giving it to my colleagues tomorrow morning. You know, sometimes life just sucks! But too bad! You get up, dust yourself off and get back on the horse! There are worst things that have happened. At least I know that she's not the one and that I can go on knowing that I made the effort. I have lost nothing! She has lost an opportunity! At the end of the day, too bad for her!

mercredi 25 juillet 2012

Apprendre à Parler le Français!


ENGLISH: Here’s a little message to let you know that everything is going alright. I am starting to really fit at my job. I am an intern, but I am gaining more and more responsibility and I am beginning to feel more and more important for the company. I sit in on meetings where I am invited to participate and my ideas are actually valued! It is truly an extraordinary experience!

I remember when I first started learning French eleven years ago. I wanted to learn a foreign language and my grandma bought me a software program called “Learn to Speak French”. As soon as I started learning, I had a burning desire to speak, write, read and understand this magical language. I could only dream of the day that I would speak this language on a daily basis. Today, the fact that I am able to work for a French company is just as magic as the day I first touched the CD-Rom of the “Learn to Speak French” program.

My grandma is no longer alive, but her modest gift has provided the foundation of a fantastic future. If she were still here today, she would read this post and say the same thing that she always said since the day I moved to France, “I just hate myself for buying that d@mn program! Otherwise you would still be in the US!”

FRANÇAIS: Un petit message pour dire que tout va bien. Je commence à vraiment intégrer l’entreprise dans laquelle je travaille. Je travaille en tant que stagiaire, mais je gagne de plus en plus de liberté et je me sens de plus en plus important pour l’entreprise. J’assiste à des réunions auxquelles je participe et mes idées sont valorisées ! C’est vraiment une occasion extraordinaire !

Je me rappelle de quand j’ai commencé à apprendre le français il y a onze ans. J’avais envie d’apprendre une langue étrangère et m’a grand-mère m’a acheté un logiciel qui s’appelle « Learn to Speak French ». Dès le début de mon apprentissage, j’avais un envie ardent de parler, écrire, lire et comprendre cette langue qui est devenue pour moi une langue magique. Je ne pouvais que rêver du jour que je parlerais cette langue dans la vie quotidienne. Aujourd’hui, le fait que je sois opérationnel dans une entreprise française est aussi magique que quand j’ai touché pour la première fois le CD-Rom de mon logiciel extraordinaire.

Ma grand-mère n’est plus en vie, mais son cadeau modeste a fourni la fondation d’un avenir fantastique. Si elle était toujours en vie aujourd’hui, elle lirait ce poste et dirait la même chose qu’elle disait depuis mon déménagement, « Je m’en veux d’avoir acheté ce p^t@|n de logiciel ! Sinon tu serais toujours aux Etats-Unis ! »

mercredi 18 juillet 2012

Elevator Pitch!


ENGLISH: You know some times there are things that come out of our mouths and before we realize what we are about to say, it’s too late… Imagine the most ideal place for such a wonderful moment to pass: the company elevator!

This morning I came to work with some pastries to celebrate the return of my boss after her two weeks of vacation. While going up to the 5th floor, the elevator stopped on the 4th floor to let one of girls from human resources get on. When I told her that I had brought pastries for everyone, she said to me “how is this so?” which, in French, sounded to me as if she had said, “How do we spank ourselves?”, to which I respond intelligently, “How do we spank ourselves? Like this!”  As soon as I strategically place my hand towards my behind region, I see the look on her face… I thought that she was going to cry… For 5 seconds I was convinced that I would be arrested for sexual harassment! How would I have explained to my family that I was fired because I wanted to spank myself in front of a co-worker in the elevator?!?! Luckily for me and for my future career, I was able to get my way out of such a mess! Woo! Given the fact that we were in such an enclosed space, I couldn’t pretend like I hadn’t said anything, so I just hurried up and changed the subject by saying, “I can’t believe you just said that! Anyway, how are you doing?” Fortunately she followed me in this sudden transition! Afterwards, I wasn’t convinced that she had fully understood what had just happened, and I didn’t care! She followed me to my office while telling me about her life while I tried to regain my natural skin color. So as far as I am concerned, the story is over; however, as we all know, women do not forget anything! It is 11:23pm and I’ll bet that she is comfortably sitting at home telling her boyfriend about our little incident. I am afraid that when I get to work in the morning, I will have to face a masked man with an axe in his hands!!! I’m dead! I love you all! Sweet dreams! Good night!

FRANÇAISVous savez que parfois il y a des choses qui sortent de nos bouches et au moment où nous nous rendons compte de la bêtise que nous venons de raconter, c’est trop tard… Imaginez l’endroit  idéal pour une telle connerie : l’ascenseur de l’entreprise !

Ce matin j’arrive au travail avec des viennoiseries pour fêter le retour des vacances de ma responsable. En montant au 5ème étage, l’ascenseur s’arrête au 4ème pour laisser monter une de mes collèges des ressources humaines. Quand je lui dis que j’ai ramené des viennoiseries pour tout le monde, elle me répond, « Comment se fait ce ? » chose à laquelle je réponds intelligemment, « Comment on se fesse ? Ben comme ça ! » Et au moment où je place stratégiquement ma main vers la région de mon derrière, je vois son visage… Je pensais qu’elle allait pleurer… Pendant 5 seconds j’étais convaincu que je serais bientôt emprisonné pour harcèlement sexuelle ! Comment allais-je dire à ma famille que j’étais viré parce que je voulais me fesser devant une collègue dans l’ascenseur ?!?! Heureusement pour moi et ma future carrière, j’ai réussi à m’en sortir ! Ouf ! Etant donné l’espace réduite dans laquelle nous nous sommes trouvés, je ne pouvais pas faire semblant de n’avoir rien dit ; donc, j’ai vite changé le sujet en disant « Tu dis n’importe quoi ! Sinon, comment vas-tu ? » Elle m’a heureusement suivi dans ce soudain changement ! Après, je n’étais pas convaincu qu’elle avait bien compris ce qui venait de se passer, et je m’en fichais ! Elle m’a suivi jusqu’à mon bureau en parlant de sa vie lorsque j’essayais  de retrouver la couleur normale de ma peau. Du coup, pour moi, c’est la fin de l’histoire ; néanmoins, comme nous le savons tous, les filles n’oublient jamais rien ! Il est 23h23 et j’imagine qu’elle est tranquillement chez-elle en train de raconter cette affreuse histoire à son conjoint. J’ai peur que quand j’arrive au travail demain matin, je vais devoir me défendre contre un homme masqué avec une hache à la main !!! Je suis cuit ! Je vous aime tous ! Faites des beaux rêves ! Bonne nuit !

lundi 16 juillet 2012

Mangeons Ensemble!

ENGLISH: The photo in the post was taken by my friend Kayser as we watched the fireworks for the 14th of July! Merci Kayser!

Today I say to myself, “You know what Self, if you write on your blog at least three times per week, maybe people will come back! Your friends in the States will come to see what is going on! They will be delighted to know that you found yourself standing next to the man that decided to fart in the metro on line 6 today during rush hour!”

In order to update you on what is going on here in the “BIG P” (as my little brother would say (today is his birthday! Happy birthday little brother!!!)), I would like to let you know that I am on an internship. There you go! Consider yourself updated. No, but seriously, I am currently on an internship in the department of Marketing and Communication at a company right off of the Champs Elysées. I am the Marketing and Communication Assistant! Yeah! You know what that means… It means that I create Excel spreadsheets and PowerPoints that rock! I know you are jealous! But don’t worry, maybe one day you will also have the chance to be a Microsoft Office Master!!! But to be truly serious, I am lucky because I work with really nice people and I have several projects on which I am currently working. At noon I eat with a very eclectic group of individuals. Sometimes there are 5 of us and sometimes there are 50 of us (I might be exaggerating just a bit). There are individuals that don’t talk; individuals that talk only when they feel like it; individuals who tell their life story (and the life stories of other individuals) and then there is me. Sometimes I don’t talk because I like to take the time to reflect (like today when I stopped for 10 minutes to think about the lives of Cher’s (the singer) kids) and sometimes I talk with those individuals who tell their life story. Every day we go through the same ritual. I go down to the 4th floor to get a few colleagues who then follow me down to the 2nd floor to get more colleagues who follow us down to the street where we all stand around and decide where to get food before coming back to the office to eat together in a meeting room. And when I say “we” allow me to remind you that everyone fends for him or herself! Sometimes there are 10 of us trying to think of a place to eat, but we never eat at the same place. That’s the beauty of the Champs Elysées! You have so many choices and you know that no matter where you go, you will be forced to spend half of your month’s salary. So enjoy yourself! In any case, I like my little lunch group. When we had our company party in June, we danced the night away! Personally, I danced so much that I started to sweat out of my butt cheeks… The others thought that I had sat down in a puddle of water! Never again will I wear a grey pair of pants to a company party!!! People took photos and now have black mail on me! If I ever work up the courage, I’ll show you one of the photos… we’ll see…

FRANÇAIS: La photo au début de ce post a été prise par mon ami Kayser lorsque nous regardions les feux d'artifice du 14 juillet! Merci Kayser!

Aujourd'hui je me dis, "Tu sais toi, si tu écris quelque chose sur ton blog au moins trois fois par semaine, les gens vont revenir! Tes amis aux States vont prendre de tes nouvelles! Ils seront ravis de savoir que tu t'es trouvé à côté du monsieur qui a pété dans le métro sur la ligne 6 aux heures de pointes aujourd’hui!"

Pour vous tenir au courant de ce qui se passe au "BIG P" (comme dirait mon petit frère (aujourd'hui est son anniversaire! Joyeux anniversaire petit frère!!!)), je souhaiterais vous informer que je suis en stage. Voilà! Maintenant vous êtes au courant. Non, mais sérieusement, je suis actuellement en stage dans le département de Marketing et Communication d'une entreprise juste à côté des Champs Elysées. Je suis Assistant Marketing et Communication! Ouais! Vous savez ce que ça veut dire... Ca veut dire que je crée des tableaux Excel et des PowerPoints de ouf! Je sais, vous êtes jaloux! Mais ne vous inquiétez pas, peut-être un jour vous aurez aussi l'occasion d'être le Master Pack Office!!! Mais pour être vraiment sérieux, j'ai de la chance parce que je travaille avec des gens vraiment sympas et j'ai pas mal de projets. Le midi je mange avec un groupe très éclectique. Parfois nous sommes 5 et parfois nous sommes 50 (une petite exagération peut-être). Il y a des gens qui ne parlent pas; il y a des gens qui parlent quand ils ont envie; il y a des gens qui racontent leurs lifes (plus celles des autres) et il y a moi. Parfois je ne parle pas parce que je  réfléchis (comme aujourd'hui quand j'ai passé 10 minutes à réfléchir sur la vie des enfants de la chanteuse Cher) et parfois je parle avec ceux (plutôt celles) qui racontent leurs lifes. Tous les jours nous avons notre rituelle. Je descends au 4ème étage pour chercher des collègues qui me suivent au 2ème étage pour chercher d'autres collègues qui nous suivent jusqu'à dans la rue où nous nous arrêtons pour décider ce que nous allons chercher à manger avant de revenir au bureau pour manger ensemble dans une salle de réunion. Et quand je dis "nous", je vous rappelle que c'est chacun pour sa gueule. Parfois on est 10 à chercher un endroit pour manger, mais nous ne mangeons jamais au même endroit. C'est la beauté des Champs! Vous avez tellement de choix et vous savez que n'importe où vous allez, vous allez verser la moitié de votre salaire du mois. Donc, faites-vous plaisir! Sinon, j'aime bien mon petit groupe de midi. Quand on a fait la soirée d'entreprise au mois de juin, nous avons dansé toute la nuit! Personnellement, j'ai tellement dansé que j'ai commencé à transpirer des fesses... Les autres pensaient que je m’étais assis dans une flaque d'eau! Jamais encore est-ce que je ne porterai un pantalon gris pour une soirée d'entreprise!!! Les gens ont pris des photos et il y a maintenant un petit dossier sur moi! Si jamais j'ai le courage, je vous montrai une des photos... à voir...

dimanche 15 juillet 2012

METRO JE T'AIME!!!


ENGLISH: I am writing to you today in French, but in order to remain coherent throughout the entirety of my blog, I am (like yesterday) going to post this message first in English and then in French. Otherwise my friends of the Anglo-Saxon influence will freak out.

Speaking of subjects that make people freak out, allow me to talk about one in particular; its name is “THE PARISIAN METROPOLITAN”. The Metro is a Parisian means of transportation that allows city dwellers to easily move about town in an average time of 30 minutes. The stations of this underground iron network are placed at an average of 400 meters from one another, a reduced distance compared to those of other metropolitan networks in the world. Opened in 1900 during the World Fair, this network welcomes today over 449 million passengers each year. In brief, the Metropolitan is every Parisian’s best friend… Every morning Parisians get out of bed with the overwhelming desire to explore the world that moves under the street. As soon as the Parisian places his or her foot on the first step of the descending stairway, the doors of a gold mine open before his/her eyes. It is magic! It is overwhelming! It is _ (I’ll leave the last word to my neighbors)!

If you are still following me, you can imagine that I’m talking out of my bottom… Unfortunately for our dear Metro, nobody likes him! He is the only French person that has no vacation but continues to sing. His favorite song, , "Da da da da da da! Nous vous rappelons qu'il est interdit de fumer dans l'ensemble de la station! Reminder, smoking is prohibited anywhere on our premises! Chishta ba quida mala bapa booba dee!" It is almost a love song that certain individuals will never understand… The smell of a cigarette reminds us that respect is to be merited, but rarely given. That being said, I would like to be the first person to publically declare my love for our dear Metro! Mom, if you don’t hear from me by the end of the week, know that the Coalition of People Who Like to Scowl has closed my up in a wagon on line 13 in order to prohibit the air from penetrating naturally in my lungs. May the following of this love declaration see the light of day!

FRANCAISJe vous écris en français aujourd'hui, mais afin de rester cohérent sur l'ensemble de mon blog, je vais (comme hier) publier ce message d'abord en anglais et puis en français. Sinon mes amis de l'influence anglo-saxonne vont péter des câbles...

En parlant des sujets qui font péter des câbles, permettez-moi de vous en citer un; il s'appelle "LE MÉTROPOLITAIN PARISIEN". Le Métro est un mode de transport parisien qui permet les riverains de se déplacer facilement dans un temps moyen de 30 minutes. Les stations de ce réseau ferroviaire souterrain sont situées à environs 400 mètres les unes des autres, une distance réduite comparée à celles des autres réseaux métropolitains du monde. Entré en service en 1900 à l'occasion  de l'exposition universelle, ce réseau accueille aujourd'hui plus que 449 million de voyageurs par an. Bref, Le Métropolitain est l'ami le plus cher de tous les parisiens... Chaque matin les parisiens se lèvent avec une envie saisissante d'explorer ce monde qui bouge sous la chaussée. Dès que le parisien met son pied sur le premier pas des escaliers descendants, les portes d'une mine d'or s'ouvrent devant ces yeux. C'est magique! C'est envahissant! C'est _ (je laisse le dernier mot à mes voisins)!

Si vous me suiviez toujours, vous pouvez imaginer que je raconte n’importe quoi... Malheureusement pour notre cher Métro, personne ne l'aime. C'est le seul français qui n'a aucun jour de vacance mais qui chante sans cesse. Sa chanson préférée, "Da da da da da da! Nous vous rappelons qu'il est interdit de fumer dans l'ensemble de la station! Reminder, smoking is prohibited anywhere on our premises! Chishta ba quida mala bapa booba dee!" C'est presqu'une chanson d'amour que certains ne comprendront jamais... L'odeur de la cigarette nous rappelle que le respect se mérite, mais n'est guère accordé. Cela dit, que je sois la première personne au monde d'annoncer publiquement mon affection pour notre cher métro! Maman, si tu n'as pas de nouvelle de ma part avant la fin de la semaine, saches que la coalition de ceux et celles qui aiment faire la tête m'a enfermé dans un vieux wagon de la ligne 13 afin d'empêcher l'air de pénétrer normalement dans mes voies respiratoires. Que la suite de cette déclaration d’amour ait lieu !  


samedi 14 juillet 2012

RE!!!


ENGLISHHappy Bastille Day!!! It has been a while. It has been so long that I might be the only one reading this post... For some reason, life just happens and we get so used to our new life that we forget how lucky we are to be here. As I tried to get used to this new life I stoped everything that I used to do in English. Thinking, reading, speaking and of course writing. Now don't get me wrong, I still call my family and talk with friends who speak English, but as for me, the only time I function in my mother tongue is when I have an accidental dream in English or get really frustrated (in which case a mean bilingual monster comes out of my mouth and insults every inanimate object in the room). That being said, I am sad to see this blog go to waste. I enjoy so much looking back over the years and seeing how my thoughts and feelings change in accordance with this double culture. So, in order to keep my promise, I will try (try being the operative word) to keep posting, but in both languages. Today I am writing to you in English and will then translate it into French for those Frenchies who might be interested, but more so for my own sanity.

I love France! Today more than ever! Some say that I’ve become Parisian. i don't know whether to be thankful or insulted. According to many French people, calling someone Parisian is the equivalent of saying, "Hey, you know I’ve noticed that you've become extremely irritable and cocky!" To which I always smile and say "really!" as if I were accepting a complement... As I try to reanimate this blog, I will later give more examples of the beautiful Parisian life. But for today I would just like to say hello again and please stay tuned...

FRANCAIS: Bonne Fête Nationale !!! Ça fait un moment. Ça fait tellement longtemps qu'il se peut que je sois le seul qui lit ce message... Pour une raison quelconque, la vie arrive et nous nous habituons tellement bien à notre nouvelle vie que nous oublions la chance que nous avons d'être là. En m'habituant à cette nouvelle vie, j'ai arrêté tous ce que je faisais en anglais. Penser, lire, parler et bien sûr, écrire. Mais comprenez bien, j'appelle toujours la famille et je parle toujours avec mes amis anglophones, mais personnellement, les rares fois que je fonctionne dans ma langue maternelle arrivent quand je fais un rêve accidentel en anglais ou quand je suis très frustré (en ce cas, un monstre méchant sort de ma bouche et insulte tout objet inanimé dans la pièce). Cela dit, je suis triste de voir ce blog en ruine. J'aime tellement regarder en arrière pour voir comment mes pensées et me sentiments changent selon cette double culture. Alors, afin de garder ma promesse, je vais essayer (essayer étant le mot clé) de continuer à publier des messages, mais dans les deux langues. Aujourd'hui je vous écris en anglais et je traduirai après en français pour les "frenchies" qui seraient intéressés, mais plutôt pour mon propre santé mentale.

J'adore la France! Aujourd'hui plus que jamais! Il y en a qui disent que je suis devenu parisien. Je ne sais pas si je devrais les remercier ou prendre cela comme une insulte. Selon plusieurs français, le fait d'appeler quelqu'un parisien et l'équivalant de quand l'on dit, "Hey, tu sais, je me rends compte que tu es devenu facilement irritable et insolant!" Chose à laquelle je réponds toujours, "a bon!" comme si je recevais un complément... Afin de réanimer ce blog, je donnerai plus tard des exemples de la belle vie parisienne. Mais pour aujourd'hui j'aimerais tout simplement dire re-bonjour et restez connectés!