About alittledof

I'm a dreamer. I spend most of my life dreaming. A year ago or so I moved my dreams from my homeland Czech Republic to Great lands of England. I dream of future and beyond.

Rejuvenation

Ok kids, 

I’m back. It’s the exam time which is also annually the best time to rejuvenate and embrace my  internet identity.

I made a decision to just leave the former posts here, even though they are a part of the life that is now long gone. Too many things has happen since but now I’m starting with a clean slate. 

So look forward to a breeze of new life to this dumpy little corner of the mighty internet.

 

PS: Articles in the English language still sucks.

Hold on

My dear you, I know there’s not much going on since I left UK, but hold on, I’ll be back in the mid September with some posts about Czech Republic, my summer dreams and the ‘how to get to uni in UK microguide’. will continue

Till then get inspired by Coca Cola’s advert. I know it’s coke, but it’s still really good idea!

Have the greatest last moments of summer!

Wicked

I can’t help it but I have to share this with you. Chances are that you already know this song well. But

Look

Really

Look again

The question is: Must we justify?

Until then. Tell me your dreams, am I in them?

 

London’s rhapsody

This could be the end

This could be the end

This could be the end

This could be the end

‘Cause I ain’t got a home

This so very true lyrics are coming from my computer. Today I’m trying to consolidate my stuff at the appartment apartment where we lived together. I still have to come in September again, to actually pick up my stuff and get it to Bath somehow, but I guess this is the end.

Are you one of those people who hate packing? I am indeed. And that is probably the reason why I’m going to move every year, starting in September. One friend of mine said (Hello Bety!), twenties are the time, when people don’t really have home. As far as I’m concerned, that is ok. But I’m definitely not ok with the fact that annually I will have to go through all my belongings and place them somewhere else.

I think I will have to persuade myself that it is actually a CATHARTIC PROCESS. It should be healthy then, right?

Actually, it made me realised how little I need to live. As buddhism teaches it is not good to be attached to possession. Clever buddhists.

So, are you packing for holidays? And do you like it?

Here’s the song I was talking about.

On Loss

We can’t break free from loss.

And it hurts. I know it’s nothing new under the sun, but during the time when the losses are minor I tend to forgot how it feels to loose something precious. This time, the something was someone. And oh yes. It hurts.

I hoped, that the rationale that this loss had a greater purpose and is a part of the ‘Plan’, and that I’m content with the situation, would help me to feel less pain. But it does not help. I wonder If anything would help? Maybe people just must live through their losses and maybe that old, pretty much culturally universal, saying, that what doesn’t kill you just makes you stronger, is actually true.

The simplicity and easiness of cutting the bond are the scariest from all. Just with a word. Done. Bye.

It’s so sad. The knowledge that now you’re being erased from someones life.

Because that’s what survivors do.

I’m not a survivor like that. I only respect that.

Well boys and girls,the dream must go on and I’m sure that future losses will be even more painful. Yipee!

I wanted to find some song, that would be just right, but I didn’t. So, I’ll finish today with a song he hated in the version he’d like.

 

On British Accent

Oh yes. Accents.

When I was in Czech republic, me and my friends adored traditional BBC british accent. We thought that it’s the sexiest of accents. Being mostly exposed to American one, we felt like British English is something exotic, something charming, traditional and Great!

After I moved to London, I was so looking forward to be surrounded by Britishness I wanted to soak in it and absorb it through my skin. Everything I linguistically dreamt of should had come true. But…

To my surprise, there are no English in London!

It took me about 3 months of working in a Charity Cafe to meet native English who were not Irish, Scottish, Welsh or from Hackney. The first encounter was quite remarkable.

But traveler beware! You’re first moment with these mysterious Brits will be a fiasco. You won’t understand. At all. And that’s exactly what happend to me.

Few months (and many embarrassing moments) later I finally started to understand pretty much everything was said around me and also started to feel like my own accent is improving.I was blending, building my English disguise. But then the Cafe experience came again and punched me down from the heights of accent olympus.

‘Do you want some tomato with your sandwich?’ *

‘Are you American?’

Just this one simple question was enough and they saw through my trick.

However, now I’m 10 months of English course wiser and my accent is perfectly Brit-ish. I was waiting for this moment, when I can say ‘Girl, you speak British’, forever. My dream came true!

But… (oh yes. there’s always a but in English language)

Nobody can understand me!

When you travel, people are just not used to swallow-most-of-the-word-and-speak-like-your-nose-is-full English. (how i apparently sound to the outer world)

French accent is sexy, Scandinavian is perfect, American is cheerful, when Aussies speak you can feel the beach life, Russians have this soft lisp and Indians are indecipherable.

But Czech/wannabe British accent… Not cool. Not sexy. My brother (guy who was mistaken for Canadian by various parties, including police) makes fun of me, that I speak like I have a potato in my mouth.

But my hope for the heaven of delightful speech shall remain.

And If I don’t master English I can still can switch to American

What do you think of Various English accents? Which one you prefere, which one do you hate? Do you want to speak British?

* listen to this and you’ll understand: tomato/tomato http://oald8.oxfordlearnersdictionaries.com/dictionary/tomato