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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

The traditional New Year post (late as usual, because life is too exciting to be on time) ^^

Every year I write a New Year post as a way to reflect on my year, and how things may or may have not changed.
This post is in no way a New Year’s resolutions post. I don't do those anymore because I don't think change happens based on calendar days. I, personally believe change to be a long, grueling process (but, hey, that's just me)!
I wrote one in 2013 and 2014 but for some reason I skipped 2015, so I have to make this year’s post a little longer (maybe).


Art by Chiara Bautista


So here goes the condensed version of what has marked my 2015:

1. Anger, I didn’t not start the year being angry from the 1st of January nor was I angry all year long neither. But to understand how this year ‘went down’ I have to explain this dark period. I spent most of the month of January at home with plenty of time to be bored but also time to get informed on the situation of Black people nowadays and how this had an effect in my life. Which brought up a whole bunch of unmonitored, unwanted, unexpressed anger that had just sat on my heart for a while. You see, growing up black in a place where the lighter you were the better you were was the norm, I developed many (unexpressed) frustrations about my skin, my hair, my nose and pretty much the way I looked. Sigmund Freud said “unexpressed emotions will never die, they are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways”; and when mine came out it was indeed ugly. One day when I was slightly inebriated I lashed out at a friend of mine. The reason? The said friend, I may or may not have had a secret-crush on at the time, made a comment about hair (about hair in general, but hair used to be quite a sensitive topic) that just brought me back to all those thoughts & emotions of my childhood that angered me. The poor kid was completely innocent and confused on why I went from all smiley and jolly to breathing fire. God knows I have heard an incalculable amount of stereotypical comments about black people, especially being the only black person in my group of friend most of my life. But my reaction was completely uncalled for and the next morning I felt absolutely foolish and ashamed. Which brought me to really question the way I see myself, present myself and deal with my emotions.

2. Being black, this part is directly related to the previous one. I had to accept who I was, how I looked, how I felt the struggle and stereotypes that came with it but also the good things, the things that made me special. I have to understand that to reaffirm who I was I didn’t need to live up to some idea of what “black” was, my identity was not based on this. I kept repeating myself, “your skin is chocolate, your hair are anti-gravitational you are weird, you’re a paradox, your uniqueness will be your strength.” It seems like I had adopted the right mind-set all I have to do is to start taking action towards becoming the best version of myself. Which brings us to...

3. No excuses, no this is not a motivational quote I stole from some Fitness magazine. It was actually said by a friend of mine. She was talking to my brother and from the small part I could grasp from their conversation (sitting on the opposite side of the table), she said: “Anais always finds excuses…” She wasn't actually talking about my life but when I woke the next day it hit me like a ton of bricks: I do always make excuses. Even with little things, I made excuses for my life and I was holding myself back. You know how sometimes you don’t realise something until you realise it, and then that’s all you can think about? Well that’s what happened; and I learned that I needed to put an end to the excuses, because the things that happened to us may make it harder for us to reach our goals, but shouldn’t stop us from achieving greatness. (Oh yes, I’m on a roll, brace yourselves! Cheesy motivational quotes are starting to spill out).

4. Life experiences; In 2015, I decided that rather than just focusing on the pile of confusion that it is to study at the university level, I would start actively cultivating some life experience. Everybody knows that nowadays networking is everything. Actually it all started in 2014 after my Internship, my hope of working in Event Management begun to feel closer than before. But in 2015 I was relentlessly screaming “How high?” every time an opportunity told me to jump! And it felt so amazing to be up in the air whenever I made the jump. The reasons why I wrote “life experiences” and not “CV building” is because when I initially commenced to volunteer to join Organization teams (quick shout out to AIESEC) or signing up for job fairs I never guessed for a second how it would affect me. I thought I was just going to upgrade my CV turns out I upgraded myself too!


Pretty much.
5. Appreciation; We sometimes forget how unique and magical we are, especially when life gets difficult and frustrating. We are hard on ourselves and feel responsible for things in our lives that were probably not up to our control. I mean even Beyonce doesn’t feel like Beyonce every day, fortunately for her she has millions of fans worldwide and millions of albums sold to remind her that she is, indeed, the Queen Bey. For the rest of us it is not that easy. In society one’s value is often calculated according to you grades, whether or not you are in a long term relationship, job “quality”, amount of money in the bank, how much you resemble Kate Upton & J-Lo simultaneously… We are rarely applauded for our smaller everyday successes. But when I was attending fairs& conferences to ameliorate my CV I was also faced with a huge wave of recognition and affection. Turns out cheering people up, being communicative, open minded, always being helpful and in a good mood are things that make you a better person (take that materialistic world!). And it truly feels amazing to have people remind you every day that you are a marvelous combination of millions of cells and your simple existence is not only special but necessary. Your presence is making someone’s day better and reciprocally making the world better, a freaking ripple effect! J And that, my friends, is one of the best feelings in the world.

6. Giving back; and I don’t mean in a philanthropic way, I’m not there yet. What I mean is giving back some of that warm and fuzzy feeling I mentioned above and make people feel good about themselves. I’m one of these people who, no matter how insanely crazy I look (yes insanely crazy), I will always walk up to someone and compliment them about something about them I like. It doesn’t really matter who the other person is, on days I feel like it I will walk up to them and say how their hair, outfit, dance moves, or whatever are great. I don’t expect anything in return, I give my compliment and walk away. Sometimes I get weird stares, sometimes I get a big smile and a thank you or a hug, other times I get a friend. To be completely honest my dream job would be something where I could spend the day making people feel better about themselves, which would truly be the best thing in the world. I wrote in 2014 that one of my goals was to “Find a passion”, well that is my passion (creating events is not too far on the “making people happy” spectrum so yeah).
Just remember, Compliments save lives!

7. Wrong and Right; We tend to only see the world in black or white, either we are good person and do the right things or we are a bad person and do the wrong things. This year I learn that even someone with the best intentions can do bad things and that sometimes it is not the end of the world. What if you do something wrong, but you don’t hurt anyone and you actually learn from it, is it still considered as something wrong? Personally I think not, there is a grey area and sometimes it is okay to cross that line. Like the lovely Derek Sheperd (Mc Dreamy) said “I’m a human being. I make mistakes, I am flawed. We all are.” And he was right (another great life lesson from Shonda!), let’s not be so hard on ourselves, sometimes even good people do the wrong things and that is alright too.

8. Late/different bloomers; As a person raised in a typical African family and having a French education there is a lot of pressured put into respecting the order of things; and for African households it goes a little bit like this: graduating from high school, getting a bachelor degree, making a master (PhD is optional) and getting a “good job”. So naturally I was feeling frustrated and slightly like a failure at the idea of not yet being university graduate at the age of 23. Most of the people my age that I know graduated from their second degrees, from Master or already have a job… But it is important to realise and accept that not everyone has the same future and not everyone wants to. Some flowers bloom at night and others bloom in winter, it doesn’t make them any less beautiful. So yes, I am 23 and still living that struggle of being a student, and it’s okay. We all go at our own pace.

9. Evolution; often when looking at our lives we feel like we haven’t achieved anything at all in the year. We may not even be closed to where we want to be in life, and because that goal may seem so far away we fail to see how far we have come. So yes, I haven’t even graduated but I have other things going on for me. 2015 was a process, I’ve made mistakes, I’ve learned (a bit) and I’ve (kinda) grown. But, much like this article, I am weird and unfinished. Each year isn't the first page of 365 (this year 366) pages' book. Your life doesn't reset at midnight - at best it's a new chapter. We are in no obligation to finish the year with big meaningful ideas nor are we in any obligation to start the year by making drastic changes in our lives neither. Maybe today you want to take a nap and tomorrow you want to conquer the world and in three days you want to start a good book or movie. That’s okay, take it slow, do the best you can.

All that being said,
Remember to be full of amazingness and let your inner unicorn shine brighter than diamonds
and 
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Special thank you to Nicole G. for proof reading this because God knows the typo-Queen that I am wouldn't have made this article look so nice. You can also check out her blog here ---> Yours Truly 

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The traditional New Year post (a bit late this time) .

"Some are born mad. Some remain it." Samuel Beckett
So what can i say about this year unless that it was another average year with surprising and amazing moments . Or a surprising amazing year with average/boring moments, glass half full or glass half empty?!
Oh well who cares, as long as i have a glass in my hand and friends around me. right!

2013 ey, loads of things have changed during that year, i will not get into too many details.. A lot has changed but i haven't really, well i did but bleh.
I know I've come a long way already, but life is an ongoing process. And we're never really done evolving.
So here goes, Things for 2014 [things i think i & humans in general should do.]

- Get my shit together, starting with cleaning my messy messy room! 
 - Put yourself first sometimes. You know sometimes you live your life as a dusty potato until someone (or a book/movie/song) says something that makes you understand that you're worth it. And that you too should be treated like a nice shiny apple. (Yes a shitty food analogy, deal with it, it's 2014!) 
- Get an cool internship before 2015!
- Eat more types of food, seems dumb but that's really something. Like taste that weird looking unpronounceable asian dish! And taste more unusual food (i hear fried worms are super tasty!) 
- Go back to the Motherland! #nuffsaid
- Meeting interesting people. I love having unusual friends, more than that i love having friends who seem very normal until you get to know them. Those are the one with the interesting (sometimes fabulous) stories. 
- Travelling. So this year alone i went to Prague, Amsterdam, France (Paris) and Spain (Girona). That was a first of all four. I only spent a day in Prague but for the other three i had an amazing time & met some petty cool people. I seriously need more of that! (I'm thinking maybe an Italy Tour for next time..) 
- To follow the previous statement, i should seriously start getting active on CouchSurfing. That shit is great! I spent my New Year's celebration in a camp in the middle of the forest outside Girona in Spain. It was a CS event with people from everywhere who have been everywhere. Most of them were 10 or 20 years older than me but i seriously couldn't feel the age difference. See their years of adventures and interaction with new cultures & people made them forever young at heart. They are free, loving, caring, open minded like no other. [That's a way of life!] 
- Get a proper job so i can travel more & go to tons of festivals! (Woodstock in Poland, anyone? ) 
- (I've given up a while back telling myself to diet. Food taste too good, fuck you Cosmo & Vogue. I'm chubby and [kinda] fabulous!)
 - Find a purpose. A passion, something that makes me wake up in the morning and stay awake at night. Something that is stronger than the rest.
- No judging, just loving (this one speaks for itself).
- Actually actively try to learn German. Yes it ia hell, but it would be nice for once to answer something else than "Ich spreche kein Deutsch, sorry." I mean how amazing is this word " Schwangerschaftverhütungsmittel" right! (-_-") [also some Germans are quite cute so that!]
- Improve my Spanish, that language is muy sexy!
- Do not be afraid of the world, it is full of possibilities that are just waiting to be taken.
- Enjoy every moment.That moment when you're walking at the beginning of the summer and a beautiful song plays. The sun is heating your face, the boys are are wearing colourful tshirts, life is just amazing!
- Appreciate the little things, like a warm shower to start or end the day. 
- Do something most people (or you) think you cannot do. Choose one and give it my best or at least try, hard!
- Do more cultural things. This one has been on my list for a while. Even tho i know random things abt random things, i have never read "To kill a Mocking Bird" or anything by Edgar A. Poe or Jean Paul Sartre or seen any Hitchcock movie. 
- Not judge a book by its cover. Just because people are beautiful, smart, outgoing and nice doesn't mean that their life is always completely perfect. There is no reason to be jealous or wish them some of your current bad lucks. A good friend of mine once said "There is no need to be jealous,cause in the end it only depend on you to make a difference."
- Learn to cook yummy things, like a strawberry pie!  
- Get more wine-knowledge. Cause it's nice being fancy :) And because while in France I was completely lost when it came to which wine to buy. Cabernet Sauvignon? Chardonney? [all i know is Shiraz is a big NO!]
- Re-connect with an old great friend.
- Be loved, Share love, Make love.
May your glass be ever full. May the roof over your head be always strong. 
And may you be in heaven half an hour before 
the devil knows you're dead ! [ Irish proverb.]

[And may the odds be ever be in our favor.]

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I used to love you ... (too many feelings and not enough words)




I used to love you,
I used to love you so much .
I did, I truly did, once upon a time.
When the thought of you made me shiver
When hearing your name made my heart skip a beat.
When seeing your face, your smile didn't just give me butterflies but I could feel a whole tribe bagging on jungle drums.
I could smell you, as soon as you walk in a room.
I could smell you, on the clothes of my friend you hugged this morning.
On my clothes, frankly I could smell you everywhere.
You were my sweetest obsession.
And it made me happy, you made me happy.
You weren't truly mine, but you weren't anyone else' either.
I saw hope in your eyes, I saw hope in your smiles, I felt love in the way you use to hold my hand.
I wanted to believe that it was true.
That the sun was shinning this morning only because of you.
Every word you mispronounced made me want you a little more.
I don't like admitting it but I secretly loved when our friends called you “mine” because we were indeed so amazing next to each other (together).
I liked you so much it could have hurt so bad but it just felt so great.
I like you so much I didn't want to admit it, not to you, not to anyone, not even to me.
I was afraid that saying it out loud would just kill the dream.
I was afraid that saying it out loud would force you to give me an answer, and what if you didn't feel the same way ?
What if you didn't want me?
What if you disliked me?
Those were thoughts I couldn't even bare to think of, so I stayed quiet.
Quiet and happily drugged by my feelings for you. Making sure hope was still there.
And suddenly, it stopped.
The dream in my head, the high of love, the hope in your eyes/your smiles. All gone!
Some people still called you mine, refusing to believe that our unbegun story was already over.
But we all knew that you were gone, you left my life ( but not my dreams).
So I sat down in the rain and look at you, hurting, crying, bleeding.
Hurting as your hand held someone else's.
Crying as your arms wrap themselves around someone else, making sure your sent gets into her skin.
Bleeding as you looked and smiled at someone else, knowing that once upon a time those were for me and only me.
So I tried to forget you. I tried to forget your smell, your smile, your eyes, your face. I tried to forget you ever existed.
I put my heart on hold, told it to go on holidays. That I didn't need to feel anymore because feeling is hurting. And I didn't want to feel the pain anymore.
And after a while I tried to get back on track, I put my heart on IV, and decided that life was too beautiful to let feelings ruin it.
But life wasn't beautiful, I tried to drive forward, reach the finish line and but the road was slippery, dangerous and I drove off a cliff.
As I was falling, you came back to me.
You came back to me, a little.
I wasn't sure if it was real but it felt so good that I convinced myself it was.
I was wandering into darkness, wandering into emptiness.
And the thought of you possibly being at the end of the tunnel was the only thing keeping me going.
So I held on, held on to the dream, held on to the hope, held on to you.
But at the end of the tunnel you weren't who I expected you to be.
You weren't who you made me believe you would be.
Who I made myself believed you would be.
I just wanted to pour myself into you.
But you were so cold, so distant, so unavailable.
I was expecting the sun, but I was so wrong.
I came out the tunnel walking straight to a Fortress of Solitude.
I was alone and confused. But you were there, looking at me.
I looked into your eyes and I remembered how happy you made me feel.
I looked into your eyes and I remembered how much I used to like (love) you.
I looked into your eyes and I remembered your smell, your smiles, all those quirks that made you perfect for me.
So I held on to you. I held on tight.
Because someone who once made me feel so complete couldn't be so bad.
Because beside all the pain and the tears, the thought of you still made me smile.
Because I still smelled you in some places, and your name still made my heart skip a beat.
So I tried, I tried to be yours again. I tried to be yours for the very first time.
Your voice in my head got me flying so high, that when I started crashing again it took me a while to realise.
I fell and crashed, but this time it didn't hurt.
Not anymore or at least not as much.
I didn't care. I didn't care about you anymore.
I am still not free from you, and maybe I will never be.
Because once you've felt something this strong it never truly goes away.
It stays like a small scar on your knee, but it doesn't hurt anymore.

I used to love you,
I used to love you so much .
I did I truly did, once upon a time.
When the thought of you made me shiver
When hearing your name made my heart skip a beat.
But now I don't anymore or I can't.
I feel something, but it is so irregular, so unknown, so not understandable, 
that I don't know if it should count as something.
If there is something I don't know if I can (want) to go down that road again.
All I know is that I once felt so much for you that I don't know if there is anything left for me to feel.
I think I ran out of love for you.
But then again, my heart still skips a beat … sometimes. 




Sunday, October 28, 2012

Pre adulthood confidences, last day as a teen ...


Last day as a teen.
It doesn't really mean anything, but if we think about it, it does.
I am turning 20 years old tomorrow. People always talk about 21 being the big number, but if you're not living in the USA 21years old isn't such a big deal cause you have probably been drinking and clubbing for a few years now.
20 years old, it's not such a big step in your life. Nothing really is suppose to change when you turn 20. Turning 20 is more like the end of a phase, I guess.
It is the end of your teen years.
I still remember when I became a teenager, at 12 or 13 years old.
Freshly off the boat from Belgium, it doesn't seem so long ago, 2004/2005.
But when I really think about it, it was like millions of years ago.
Another time, another life. Back when I was in high school, in Madagascar just starting to get my life together.
I remember I thought this is what life was going to be for the next 5 or 8 years.
It all made sense and I wanted it to stay that way, for as long as possible.
Life could only get better from there. The blue skies and shiny days made me sure of it.
More happiness than tears, more friends than enemies, a lot of love, few heartaches, just how life is suppose to be at that age.
And suddenly it stopped, I had to move. To a new school, a new place, a new country, to a new life.
Life as I knew it was over, I saw all that I've had and all that I was hoping for collapse in front of my eyes. Collapse like a beautiful cards castle that your cat accidentally bumped into.
And boom, all gone. Right before you could take a picture of it, so your mind will remember it but your reason will always make you doubt yourself. Did it really exist or was I just dreaming.
14 years old Mozambique, a new school, a new place, a new country, a new life.
It was so different. I tried to stay who I was but slowly I lost the idea of who I was, I lost the idea of who I wanted to be, who I should be.
If you can't change the things around you,. Change yourself.
So I repressed all of my teenager's feelings, for a little while, for a few years.
Life was livable, life was okay, life became kind of good.
There was good, even great moments, but life in general was only kind of good. So I settled for that.
I tricked my mind into thinking that was true happiness. That this is how life was going to be and that I was fine with it. But I wasn't.
I was dreaming and hoping for something more.
Freud said that unexpressed emotions never dies, they are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
And they came back, those teenager's feelings that I've tried so hard to repressed.
They came back in uglier ways, slowly but surely punching me in the face, one after the other.
And I did what could be consider as mistakes, but I have learn so much from them that I am glad I did a few more and I am still doing them, cause life is about what you experience.
To be completely honest, it is the things that could have been a mistake that I didn't do that I regret the most. Cause I will never know if they were really mistakes.
2010, graduated from high school I was ready to live life, my mind was hungry for adventures.
But I had to put my life on hold, for a little while. I had to press the pause button and keep all of my feelings trapped inside of my body. All imprison in me, waiting to be free.
So when the time arrived to let them run freely, my cage just exploded.
They were all over the place, I was all over the place. But I was so happy.
2011, Rhodes University South Africa.
A new place, a new country, a new life. And what a place, what a country, what a life.
It is true, I had no intention in living there and I had no intention of loving it.
But I did, a damn the ride I had. This was the life my mind was waiting for.
I didn't know it before but I had been waiting for South Africa for a very long time.
And when it happened it wasn't all perfect but man it was so close to what I had always wanted that demanding perfection just seemed a bit silly.
More happiness than tears, more friends than enemies, a lot of love, a few heartaches, just how life is suppose to be at that age.
Life was so good all I could do was tilt my head back and laugh at the sky.
Not only life was better, but so was I. Not the kind of better than you can see or measure, just something that only I could feel deep in my bones.
And when I came back home for the holidays I could really feel it, the difference inside.
There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered. And yes it felt good.
And suddenly it was there again. Bad luck, hitting my life like a big pizza pie and trust me it wasn't love.
I can still see Life and Bad Luck laughing while I was being sucked in by a black hole.
And right before I let myself be trapped by insanity I remembered something, 'Tough times don't last but tough people do, fuck your past but don't let it fucks you' (Monastry's bathroom).
So I did the only thing I could do, I pressed pause on my life again and waited for better days.
But this time I didn't imprison my feelings, I spit them on a page of an old notebook and got rid of them forever. (almost)
And for those few months I was fine (barely), gladly numb.
Now I am in a small city of Eastern Germany, where I would have never imagine myself to be in a million years.
Trying to make this place my home and trying hard to get use to the weather.
20 years old minus one day, freshly off of the boat (again), weird, annoying, sometimes doing things I shouldn't, raising my hypothetical glass of wine to new beginnings and the possibilities they bring.



Actually if I have to be totally honest, I could use another few years of acting like a teenager … :)





Tuesday, July 10, 2012

The Germany Experience (Munich, Bavaria)






  • If you don't know what's happening drink some beer.

  • If you're bored drink some more beer.

  • If you're still bored there's Jagermeister and Vodka !

  • No matter how bored you are DO NOT mix cheap Wine & Korn (looks like vodka but taste WAY WORST) [Listen Learned]

  • In Germany you take White Tequila with salt and lemon like everyone BUT you take Gold Tequila with Orange and Cinnamon [they are weird,. I know]

  • If you're lost ask someone in the street, everyone is somehow super nice and they will help you. They might even walk you half way to your destination if they can. Don't worry if you don't speak German almost everyone speak English, maybe ask young adults to be sure.

  • Try every as many different kind of beer as you can, I mean you're in Germany you should know your shizz. [My advice, Wiessbier or Altbowler, both sweet beers. YUMMY]
  • If you're a gay hag like me and go for a Queer night out. Even if you don't know anyone, gays are cray in a good way you'll have a great time. And some tipsy gay just may buy you a drink ! [If in Munich, Queer Sunday at Cafe am Haus is the way] ;)
  • In almost every country I've been to you must (for some reason) hide your alcohol in bags, fruit bottles or just drink inside. No in Germany drinking beer (or something else) in the middle of the day in the park is absolutely normal. Don't be surprised if you see an old couple sitting in the bench next to the shops with a 6packs next to them. It's Germany, [Go beer or go home!]

  • And yes I know it's a stereotype to think that because you're in Germany there will be beer everywhere, but there really is. If you want beer you can buy it in the most unexpected places. The Internet Cafe sells beer. The cell shop sells beer. The night time pizzeria sells beer. I mean all we need now is for stupid Mc Donalds to sell beer too ! [go beer or go home!] :)

  • If there is four things that Germans love (still talking about the typical stereotype of Germans here) is Biking, Beer, Wurst (sausages) & Bread (or Pretzel ).

  • But really biking is like a passion for the Germans. They bike everywhere and all the time, no matter the weather. And I quote “It is so much fun to bike when it snows” says a German girl. Some cities don't have underground stations so all they do is BIKE all the time. And yes there is even some cities that have more bikes than people in it (e.g. Munster)

  • Talking about underground stations. They are very practical, and yes it is totally an excuse to get lost in the city. Try this, jump in the underground get out at a random station and just walk all day discover the city. Who cares if you look like a retarded tourist with your confused face and your possible map. Be adventurous. Just make sure you know the name of your underground stop by heart. Btw in Germany they are called “U.Bahn & S.bahn”

  • Beside all i've said German people are really very serious people (I know serious people that loves beer). They are serious and they are (almost always in a hurry). When in the “U.Bahn”, “S.Bahn”, bus or tram, when you see the Germans standing up ready to go out don't stand up too. It just means that the next stop is 5mins away but life is too serious to wait for the door to open while sitting. (big generalisation here)

  • If you have met Germans outside Germany (exchange, on holidays, or just abroad) you must wonder “What Germans serious? No ways”. Well yes they are. But apparently they are only robots in Germany and once they go abroad on holidays they become the crazy Germans we all enjoy so much. (big generalisation here again)

  • Because in Germany all your time must be used wisely, here is a little drinking game i've learned there that allow you to work out (running) and drink beer at the same time.
    So it's simple make two teams, each person in the team has a can of beer (it's always easier with a can of beer). The two teams stand one in front of the other, and standing between them in the middle is a empty bottle (for example). And each person must throw a ball (or a onion if you don't have a ball) and make the bottle fall. When the bottle falls everyone in the team of the person who threw the ball must start downing their beer. The first team that has all players with empty cans wins.
    See in normal drinking games the point is to make the other one drink, in Germany it's the other way around. The winner gets drunk first. :)

  • Germany is not very famous for its nice weather well because it's weather sucks. It's as stable as a pregnant woman-menopausal-PMS all together (yes like that, well in Bavaria it was).




    So obviously a Sunny day is like a miracle for them. Our dear deutsch are used to Cold and try or Cold and rain. The sun is a gift and when it is there you must enjoy it to the MAX. Go strawberry picking, biking, walking, lay on the sun, perve on hotties, swim EVEYTHING! :)

  • When it's football season some song will be sang. Songs you won't understand. In that case just smile, clap your hands and remember to scream at the end DEUUUUTSSCHLAAAND ! You'll fit right in with the other crazies. Ofc don't forget to hold you glass of beer high while screaming no matter how heavy it is.

  • Yes heavy glass of beer. See in the normal world a big glass of beer is 0,5L well no in Germany that's a normal. A big glass is 1L. And yes that shizz is heavy but even German women carry it like it's nothing. Some people even carry 4 at the same time, but well don't try it.

  • If it's football season and you are agoraphobic, avoid every restaurant/bar with a Tv, avoid public transportation actually just stay at home. If you have to take any kind of public transportation stay on the surface (bus, tram) because from my experience the underground “U.Bahn” gets very VERY full. And maybe you may find yourself in the same underground car as a group of young adult proudly wearing the colour of their team, singing and screaming some German gibberish, and yes some of them just might be drunk. In Munich the street Leopoldstrass/Marienplatz is the worst (is you are agoraphobic) or the best thing that is happening during football season. Either way Football & Beer, YEAH ! Once again if you don't know what to do, clap and scream DEUTSCHLAND! :)

  • So Yeah I said that German peeps are very serious people. But they are also very “Free Spirited” (even in the so called “Christian Conservative” side where I was living >> Bavaria). For example in the early hours of the 23rds of June a few thousands of people stood nude in one in the street for the love of Art. When I say nude I mean nothing but some body paint on. People of all age, gender, size (I even spotted a pregnant woman in the crowd) and it was absolutely amazing.

  • A little History break here, did you know that Hitler started his little group of crazies in Bavaria? And it is also there that is situated Dachau Concentration Camp which was the first concentration camp of Germany and also the only one that was open from the very beginning until the very end. Not such a great part of history but it is always good to know. [History Nerd]

  • If you go to Germany (especially if you are currently living in an African country like me) people will make an enormous amount of jokes about how Germans are racist and will kill you nazis blah blah blah. But beside that very dark part in their History the people I have met in Germany are quite cool (some more than others). And I even talked to old people in the street (one of the many many times I got lost) and even in the “Christian Conservative” side of Germany they were all extremely nice. And I don't know if I am lucky or completely blind and stupid, but as far as I am concern I met ZERO racists.

  • In Munich there is actually so many international people that if you wanted to be racist you should just move out of the city before having a panic attack. Funny enough during my two months in Germany I must have met a good 8 Germans. I somehow always ended up sitting next to/talking with international people, USA, Netherlands, Italy, Columbia, China, even countries like Uzbekistan, Vietnam and Albania. But Germans were the hardest to find.

  • Someone would wonder “Why would someone in their right mind learn German?” Well I asked this question to myself so many times. I must have taken the decisions in a moment of insanity, but I regret nothing because once you get passed the fear of words with 12 letters it is actually a nice language. Plus according to statistics (I swear I read it somwhere) Germany is one of the country where most people from Europe would like live. :)

  • And if you still have doubt about Germany think about BEER FESTIVALS ! Yes festivalS. Especially “Oktober Fest” which is basically the biggest craziest beer festival of all. Fun Fact abt the “Oktober Fest” is happens in mostly in September, yeah Germans are weird like that, don't ask. Actually do. You want to hear drunk people tell you stories, it is always fun. :)

  • If you've been anywhere else in Germany they will tell you that people from Bavaria are weird. But weird is always good. Plus I would have to say from personal experience, there is something very “homy” about Munich. It's not really a city, but not really a village either and that makes it feel so cosy and nice. Once you're use to it you don't really want to go.

  • One last thing, DEUTSCHLAND ! *raise glass of beer high and proud* :)