Hey Everyone!
Okay, I know it’s been a while since I wrote but now I actually have news ^_^... New art and a poem! Last Saturday, was ”LA FETE DE LA MUSIQUE” (THE MUSIC FESTIVAL)... It deserves caps lock :-P. So in my little town, there were bands set up everywhere! So at half past eight, we all set down there, and it was absolutely brilliant!! Music, and people everywhere, even a French Tribute Band to AC/DC! Have to say that was my favourite set up, the loud grumbling music running through your veins, flashing lights, roaring crowd, lovely weather, can't get any better than that :-P... So yes, evidently I enjoyed it very much.
The next Music related thing happening in my little town is on the 13th of July, so will definitely be there. It’s more of a teenage thing, I think. Loud “tektonik” music, flashing lights again… DJ’s and everything! I’m not used to these sorts of things happening so it’s extremely exciting for me when they do :-P.
After being in France for a year, a month and 5 days, I think that I’m finally getting the jest of the language, honestly, the day before yesterday, my mom realised something was wrong with the car engine, and thought it may have been the oil. Then I had a whole, complex conversation, with a French person that we know, about it… In… would you believe it… FRENCH!! :-P
I even surprised myself about how much I could understand… of course there were still those moments of “I-Have-No-Idea-What-You’re-Saying-To-Me-So-I’ll-Just-Smile-And-Nod”… Smiling and nodding doesn’t actually work by the way… Well it never works for me anyway… it’s mainly because of the reason that my body won’t do these movements and prefers to get a rigid look of “Oh-Dear-Gods-Over-Load-Of-Confusion” and I end up with my eyebrows looking all sad and worried, my eyes the size of the moon (I love that song… although Venetia finds it creepy…), my teeth clenched, so the words “Je n’ai pas vraiment saisi ce point” (I didn’t quite catch that), never seem to pass through my lips… No matter how many times I practice it… or the person whom I’m speaking with will just go off speaking at a hundred miles an hour again, and then, I’ll realise, oh well, it couldn’t have been that important… Right? /:(
The absolute worst though, is when you really didn’t understand the person, and then they’ll ask you to translate… Or you happened to be daydreaming for those 5 minutes that you know you REALLY should have been listening, then they’ll look at you, as if expecting a reply, and everything goes silent… This is usually the time to smile and nod, and if that doesn’t work, find something to fixate on, and start talking about that… It usually works, especially if it’s a compliment to the person. **
**If it’s something about the person, try not to fixate too much on it… This will only lead to creeping people out.
Once you really get the hang of all that, it’s usually fine to say that you’re getting the jest of the language… Until once more, you’re asked to translate and you turn to the person closest (the one who’s awaiting the translation of course) and instead of translating you smile and nod and say “I have no idea”… and use your hands as if making some real point. Look back to the French-speaker and then look expectantly, as if, okay now I’m waiting for a response from you.
The best plan though, if you want to practice your French, is simply to tell the French person/ people “Je dois reviser mon Francais” (I must practice my French)… Then begin to ramble on in French, I’ve found that it doesn’t matter what you say, as long as you keep going without a break, for them to respond in French, then it feels like you’re really breezing along in the language.
Although the other day, we were promenading, and walked past one of the lovely neighbours on our street, and my dad said “Bonsoir!”, she beckoned us into her garden, down the back, squeezing past her car, and then to a cherry-filled tree, it had a much larger percentage of cherries on it than our tree did at the time, I’m guessing because my grandmother hadn’t been at that tree yet :-P.
Yes so she told my dad to put the ladder up under the cherry tree and then gave us two shopping bags, and told us to fill them. I thought that we were being extremely intrusive so I just stood there randomly, and then had a conversation with her, of which I decided to do the “I’ll-Be-The-Only-One-Talking” conversation… And so the rambling began… BIG mistake, without thinking I said “Je ne sais pas ce que je dois dire parce que je n’ai pas beaucoup à dire” (I don’t know what I must say because I don’t have very much to say). Afterwards I thought, Oh nooo, how could I say that!!?
So yes, perhaps the rambling French isn’t one of the best ideas… But she didn’t seem offended, and is very nice. I really HAVE to watch more French television, I have a problem with the listening of French, hence, I get overly flustered when people reply :-P.
So that was your “How To Speak French” lesson for today :-P. Now to the poetry!! When I write a poem, I’ll think about a short story, that I know will never be long enough to write as a book, and that I know, if I did make it long enough, I would be far too lazy to write it :-P. So here’s a poem that I wrote in 10 minutes last night.
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It was a thundering night,
You were quite a sight,
As the doors flew open,
And you made your way in,
You were wearing black and red,
Who knew you would leave so many dead,
You pulled out a gun,
Everyone threw up their hands, as if to a glaring sun,
But nothing we could say would change,
The happenings that had made you go insane,
You came for her, and only her,
As she curled up like a baby on the floor,
You whipped her up, and made her pay,
Who would have though it would be her final day,
Before you pulled the trigger, one last time,
You decided everyone must have done a crime,
The yells and the cries,
How could you have ruined all of those lives,
Finally you turned it on yourself,
You’d never had glory, or even wealth,
She was your life,
Suddenly a wayward wife,
Her fate was sealed,
When she started playing the field.
By Bianca Cassandra P.
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And another one I wrote a couple of weeks ago, it even has two whole words of French in it!! :-P. Usually I don’t name my poems, but this time I have, because it just goes :-P.
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Reserved
I’m keeping this place,
I’m keeping this table,
Keeping them for you,
You’ll have a spot,
Always in my heart,
No matter what you do,
Reserving this space,
Expecting your face,
To come smiling around that corner,
Sitting here on my own,
Just another late one?
It’s always what I wonder,
‘Cause you know that my heart is reserved,
Unnaturally curved,
I’ve been waiting so long,
My heart wants a new song,
But even so, still I’m here,
Waiting for you, mon cheri, my dear,
My soul scorns,
My heart burns,
I’ll continue reserving it for you,
Holding my phone,
Expecting you to come,
Every day, this is what I do,
Every day I wait,
Repeating “He’s just late”,
“No, this seat is taken, I’m sorry”,
I’m beginning to worry…
You don’t even know,
Maybe it’ll be easier just to let go
But no,
I’ll reserve this place,
I’ll wait here forever,
Although you’ll know this never.
By Bianca Cassandra P.
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A couple of weeks ago I drew this tiger, and he’s now one of my favourite art pieces, even if he did only take an hour and a half to draw :-P. And yesterday I also drew a picture of the “Me To You” bears for a friend of mine in Ireland :-), Kirsty!! I think it is the cutest picture ever :-P. Oh I’m so modest ;-).
If you’re new to the site, remember to scroll at the way down to the bottom and click “Older Posts” and keep doing this until you come to the very first “Kiss My Fishy” post. I just realised how long this post is, and that I should really get back to French. Shall post soon! Don’t forget to kiss the fish on your next fishing excursion… And get pictures!! And then send the pictures into me at kissmyfishy@gmail.com :-P.
Hope to hear from you guys soon!
- Bianca
P.S. If you have a short story (a paragraph or two) and want me to write a poem about it, just send it to my e-mail, and I'd be more than happy to :-).
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