Mogusa

... French, student in politics, currently living twenty kilometers away from Paris, in love with fiction, story-telling, Japanese culture, cities and macarons, among other things.

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BONNE ANNEE !

The new year has now started in France !

Happy new year everyone !

Enjoy every single second of it, remember that you deserve to be happy, if you had too much to drink please don't take the car, if you're in love just tell the other person cause he or she might have not noticed at all, if you're looking for love take a look at your neighbour cause you never know after all, if you want to break free take a piece of paper and a pencil and make some plans about it, if you don't feel the excitement take a second to think about what is keeping you away from happiness, if your family sucks then go to your friends, if you want to improve something about yourself try to relax, cheer up as much as you can, and GIRLS, you can always be pretty no matter your weight so PLEASE, stop caring about it, just live your life and find the clothes that fit you, you will look fabulous and everything will be alright.

God bless you all, have fun !!

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All you need is love !

OH yeah, I know. It has been going way too long without a single post. But there were exams and homework and internship-hunting and and... and I fell in love, which actually takes time ! So, I was absent but it was for a good cause. And it's a great way to end the year, isn't it ? And to start a new one, without saying...

But I just started my internship and I will try to find some time to start posting again. Promise !!

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Leaving a party yesterday, being a little drunk, and laughing with my friend Alice who is going on the opposite direction -

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I introduce to you all one my most loyal companions. His name is "Gros-Tas". In french, that would mean something like "Big Sack". I do not like Gros-Tas but Gros-Tas loves me and follows me everywhere. Gros-Tas is my homework, my intership, my research, my exams, my meetings, my medical appointments, my interviews, my to-do list, my subcriptions to anything. He is the nervosity when I go to bed and I think about all the things I've got to do. He is the November nervous break-down. He is my mid-terms and my social obligations.

He is unbearable. And freaky. And ugly. And always around. Like a Totoro in a nightmare.

He is there when I talk, when I eat, when I am enjoying myself. HE IS HERE. Bigger and bigger.

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... just try to have a cute physiotherapist to get your knee back to the normal. I don't know if he is getting nice points of view or if I am the one getting nice points of view.

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This about a friend of mine who was hoping for an undecided and hesitating girl to go out with him. He told her that he would wait for her during one week, everyday at the same time, at Nation station in Paris. For those who do not know how Nation is : this is not the most romantic place. This is a huge, old and gloomy commuting station. Outside, it is not really prettier. One day, she decided to come but the station is so big that they could not find each other. Finally, they reunited the day after...

This is not about this specific couple and certainly not about the place. It is about a boy offering to himself the opportunity to have faith in something for a few days : just a little faith !

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Roma was beautiful, amazing, charming. It was also sunny, hot and exhausting. Now I am entirely back for school and classes : the feeling of vacation has to fade away at some point...

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There is an old lady with a thousand wrinkles on her face, always dressed in blue and smiling despite her obvious poverty, sitting on Châtelet station. You will meet her if you transfer to line 4 on weekdays, from 5pm to 8pm. I don't know where she is from but her accent is very strong and her french is not so good.

I used to work in a pastry shop located in a fancy neighborhood near Saint-Germain-des-Prés and when I could, I was bringing fresh croissants and cakes to her : it would have ended in the garbage at the end of the day even if it was absolutely eatable, and actually still delicious. She was always smiling and, while thanking me, she would hide the viennoiseries and the cakes under her large blue veil...

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[Magic is in the air]