June 18, 2016 at 22:22 (A Bitter Truth, Emotion, France, Francophilia, Shien Victoria, Travel, Uncategorized, Yves S. Victoria)
Tags: Beauty, bilingual, envision, experience, french, Life, lifestory, Love, mature, misadventures, paris, preparedness, romantic, Travel
There are many changes we go through as individuals where sometimes it is hard to see how far we have come until we take a look back into our past. As I perused old photographs and deleted miscellaneous pictures off my phone and computer, it forced me to think about the past. What has changed and how I have grown, if I have grown at all..and hopefully not exponentially.
I have a list of things I would like to do in life but over the past few years it has been to be settled and happy and still thirsting for life and adventure. It started really at university and then after I graduated university in December of 2007. It is hard to realize that it has indeed been years since that time. I remember orientation or FROSH as it popularly called. We were sorted according to discipline. I was in humanities so the people I met in my assigned group and who were also studying humanities were still people I knew years later.
This comes to mind as I am attending the wedding of one of these dear friends in a few weeks time. I remember her well as one of the first people I met at that orientation at age 17. Time goes by so quickly. Its as if it is on a constant escape to the next grand adventure wherever that might be. I finished my studies quickly. I enjoyed Political Science, English and Womens Studies, subjects that could help me understand how our society is shaped and could arm me with advice to improve it or at least write about it.
When I graduated at 20, I was lost as to what to do. My French was not wonderful at the time but I thought, ”Why not?” And with my parents’ blessing, I went away to Quebec and met all these wonderful people from Paris, Lyon, Montpellier, Belgium, Switzerland, L´ile de la Reunion, places I would have never imagined to meet people from. We would have get togethers and go out. Sometimes we would stay in and eat wonderful food. It was such an international, friendly, fun crowd. A few short months after my arrival, I was speaking an acceptable French and planning with my new friends, navigating Quebecois and French culture; it was a wonderful time in my life. I spent 2 years there more than I thought I would and was able to visit France with locals because of my new French bilingualism and my new friends. I had never lived alone for university, it was different being away and responsible for myself. Sometimes I enjoyed the people I met, sometimes I didnt and I wondered how it could be better. Anyway, I would go into stores and ask questions about items while practicing my French. I would perfect different subjects which helped when people would vary their sentences and ask something in a slightly different way than I had heard it before. I would become very confused and provided a much-needed puzzled look. When I had lived there for about a year, I met a girl who had come over from the South of France to live with her then-boyfriend. We were introduced through a mutual friend and we resulted in becoming quite good friends. I had never met anyone who spoke quite as quickly as she did. She would also write to me in a very colloquial French, not often written to me because I was not so gifted in colloquial French. I found when my mind was becoming less and less stimulated by my environment, this new girl was there ready to brighten me up even though she too was having issues. I remember her never really complaining about her situation. I remember however her as a bright light, loud and smart, always ready to take on the world and unafraid of giving her opinion. Many people underestimated her as being smart but I learned quite a bit from her.
I had not envisioned it would be difficult in Quebec because I was there to figure out what I wanted to do with life but I knew I wanted more out of my time and I wasn´t asking myself enough. I steadily began to get bored after a year and a half. Yet, this was part of my journey, the journey of figuring out where I fit in. I think back and think I could have done more but then I did accomplish quite a bit. I become fluent in French, made wonderful long-lasting friendships and had enough French credits to help me with my next venture.
There was a whole world out there to learn about and experience. Many of my new French friends decided to settle in Canada and not return to France but I, for some reason, had a burning desire to know more, to ask, ”Well, who else is out there?” The truth is Fail to Prepare, Prepare to Fail. I hate that phrase because I feel it takes the adventure out of things. Sometimes it is a wonderful rule to live by, sometimes not. I think if you are serious about making permanent changes, it comes from preparing for them. I speak from experience when I say that in certain situations, I wish I had prepared for them. I learned to think on my feet but sometimes there were wasted moments where I thought, ”Ok I need a backup plan. I really should have made it before but let’s see what sticks now’
A good example of this is when I went to Paris for the summer in 2012, to fall in love with the city on my own. I suppose it was and still is magical to me because I have this beautiful version of it in my head. I also went there so many times and love the romantic aspects I envision. It doesnt matter what misadventures I had there. I was drawn to it by its architecture. And I know, France and Britain are countries built on the riches of poorer nations but just a beautiful city. I never felt alone there. But there were situations where I could have prepared better there. The purpose though at that time was to enjoy, which I did. I´ll tell the lost in the suburbs of Paris next time
To be continued….
November 19, 2015 at 12:14 (Something To Think About, Yves S. Victoria)
I was 20 when I graduated university. I fast-tracked university because frankly, I was getting impatient and I wanted the next part of my life to start. I didn’t know what I wanted to do in university. Sometimes, I wish that I had taken it slower so I was sure of each of my steps. I have friends of mine who said, ‘Well, one should never regret education’. And I suppose I shouldn’t. I went to India recently where it seems as though the country is at work. I think that’s the best way to put it. I think it’s ironic how the general public complain about child labourand poverty in the third world countries but that, despite this, it doesn’t seem to stop them from buying clothes obviously originating in those third world countries. I would assume this derives from their desire of not paying the requisite first world price of clothing where people have the benefit of the glorious minimum wage. Thus, the public prefer to complain and continue living their own lives instead of creating new pathways for those who know only one path. Send a child to school, write to your local MP or the country’s MP, give something back to the community, make your own t-shirt!
Don’t make inane commentary that serves no other purpose than to rise above and condescend others. People aren’t completely wrong nor are they completely right. At the same time, there is hypocrisy in that poverty is outrageous in other countries when we have it right in our own countries where there is easy access to education. Do we not owe it to ourselves to ask what happened there? Statistically, they say that if you come from a two parent home where both have been university educated, it is highly likely that you will be educated in the same manner. And, they align education alongside earning potential.
I always say education is the answer. It’s what allows us mobility in the world. In this fast-paced ever-changing society, the one constant is the need to have access to education and education is a broad subject because what it means to some might be different than what it means to others. For example, agricultural education one might only learn on a farm as opposed to molecular biology. One of my research papers during my Masters was about a girl who learned all sorts of interesting things on the farm where she grew up and consequently found when she herself went off to university that it supplemented her understanding of the theoretical and written world. It provided her with a practical application of what others learned theoretically. What I mean by this is all that you learn throughout life is relevant. Opening up your horizons is also part of expanding your mind and your potential.
For myself, I didn’t appreciate the education I had because I always felt I was being pushed to do one thing or the other and though I said to myself that I wanted to be everything I could be, then I chose easier paths. At least that’s what I tell myself. I figured that if I studied those subjects, it would give me time to think about what I really wanted to do. I was afraid I might pursue something that I would fail at in the end.
During my undergraduate, I studied English, Political Science and Women’s Studies, which gave me a strong literary appreciation though perhaps not so much for old English literature such as La Morte d’Arthur. I might feel differently about that particular one now seeing as its been almost 10 years since I read it though it’s the only one coming to mind. With women’s studies, people always laugh it off and then when you tell them that women still earn 70 cents to the male dollar, they say well I’m not a feminist but that doesn’t make sense. Clearly, it doesn’t make sense if you are not willing to do anything about it unless the assumption is that you are marrying that man who does have the potential to earn higher (which is a completely separate subject….I digress)
I met wonderful people though. A very few have remained as permanent friends but it was such a multicultural university. There was a girl who I met my first day who went to Egypt every year. Every year, she would bring me something, rice paper bookmarks with Egyptian hieroglyphics, a painting of Osiris, mini statues of pharoahs, earrings. I remember on my 21st birthday, she gave me artificial pearls and a pearl frame. It’s meeting people like that which allowed me to know what generousity and friendship really was. I regret that I didn’t join more clubs but in the end, it helped shape me as an individual. Like that page from the Velveteen Rabbit about becoming.
“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be kept carefully. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby”
Perhaps its also about learning to accept yourself alongside your capacity to absorb the world around you and share your knowledge with others who share theirs with you
January 15, 2015 at 17:00 (A Bitter Truth, Yves S. Victoria)
I haven’t written about my summer trip/adventure to Paris a few years ago but I thought I should. It was terrible, amazing, fun and terrifying.
However, the story really starts around 7 years ago in Canada when I had just finished my undergraduate studies. I went to this little town called Trois Rivieres in the province of Quebec. It`s also where I really started to learn French. I only meant to stay 4 months and then 2 years just flew by. I met so many people, many of whom I am still in touch with today and got caught up in the romantized French people and culture as most of my friends happened to be French exchange students.
When I first arrived, it was January 2008 so mountains of snow in a sleepy town and a seemingly empty university. I started taking French classes that semester and met a Parisian girl who I am still friends with today and always ask, `Why me?` I didn’t even speak French well. I would stop and start and stop and start so many times because I always hesitated on my phrases.
There were so many people I met who made such an impact on my life and helped me experience things that I wouldn`t have otherwise. It was a strange period in my life. I remember immense joy and then periods of immense sadness, times when I wanted to be surrounded by everyone and times when silence was all I wanted.
Anyway this was part 1. I will share a Trois Rivieres story soon
March 4, 2011 at 12:56 (Yves S. Victoria)
I have been on hiatus for more than enough and why should I have been? I love writing. It is one of my passions and I always have hoped to pursue it in one way or another. So here I am back again. I will say that the beauty of fashion is that in each era, we may liken it to an ever-changing force that evolves into the best and the worst of itself. (Example, the 80s, not to say that there were not certain “epic” ensembles even so) I will continue writing about fashion as well as a few other things. I initially had thought to make this small haven, a literary one that would be presented in a 3rd person or 2nd person voice although I do think I may have to expand my voice to emphasize certain opinions of my own. Though I have never avoided or attempted ways to avoid articulating what I think, I think it is good to open up the forum so I may invite commentary from others more often.
Another interest of mine is the human interaction aspect of people. I find people so explicitly interesting so as to puzzle me exceedingly. There are so many ways to understand body language and how one decides to illuminate a point during a conversation that it seems absurd we have to learn it all by ourselves throughout the course of life.
There is a certain beauty and intrigue of discovery where we stop ourselves to reflect on what people communicate to us where every sentence metamorphoses into notes and tones of delectable perplexity. Even though it is disconcerting when we do not comprehend how to understand something, we seem to always have to go beyond ourselves and either ignore or contend with whatever idea was expressed.
Why should we? If someone has decided to do something so determinately, we should be able to respond clearly and assertedly, “Dearest, though I love this very interesting albeit confusing conversation, speak in plain English or I will be very motivated to slap you upside the head”. Don’t you agree? :) It never usually happens like that though, does it?
We have high tolerances for silly things.
And so, here begins a new chapter wherein I hope to be honest and grow and mature with my writing, which I love dearly.
December 18, 2009 at 22:07 (Yves S. Victoria)
As you might have guessed, WE ARE BACKKK! However, it should be noted that we had our petit grand opening just a few months ago so in yet another few days, we will have a real opening
See you soon on the editorial Wild Things
December 12, 2009 at 14:58 (Américanoland, Artistry, Canada, India, Inspiration, Musica, Oddities and Crazy, Politics, The Beatles, Yves S. Victoria)
Today we are celebrating our birthday (of ourselves not our fierce editorial) and are happy to announce that we will be officially back on the 20th of December writing about all sorts of fabulous, ferosh and fearful things. However, we thought we would take a look back into historical events that happened today. Some we knew about and some we didn’t! Take a look!
See you soooonnn
•1792 – In Vienna, Ludwig Von Beethoven (22) receives 1st lesson in music composition from Franz Joseph Haydn
•1870 Joseph H. Rainey of South Carolina becomes the first black U.S. congressman, also becoming the first black man to be sworn into House of Reps
•1913 The “Mona Lisa,” stolen from the Louvre Museum in 1911, recovered
•1915 Frank Sinatra, born in Hoboken, vocalist/actor, old blue eyes
•1957 Jerry Lee Lewis weds his cousin Myra Gale Brown, 13, while still married to his 1st wife Jane Mitcham
•1961 Martin Luther King, Jr. and 700 demonstraters arrested in Albany, Georgia
(F.B.I. agent inspecting Lake Tahoe room from which Frank Sinatra Jr. was kidnapped by Barry Keenan, Joe Amsler & John Irwin.)
•1963 Frank Sinatra Jr returned after being kidnapped
• 1963 Kenya gains its independence from the United Kingdom.
• 1963 Number one hit on UK music charts – The Beatles – I Want To Hold Your Hand
• 1963 Karruppanna Kamraj became a folk hero in India because he was determined to haul down the Union Jack and create an independent country. Kamraj was uneducated and ended up in a British prison for his seditious political activities, however, he managed the political underground even from jail. He ended up minister of Madras Province, and many wanted him as prime minister, but he did not speak Hindi which is India’s main language.
• 1965 Beatles last Great Britain concert (Capitol Theatre in Cardiff Wales)
• 1975 Sara Jane Moore pled guilty to trying to kill President Gerald Ford
• 1970 Jennifer Connelly is born
• 1979 Rhodesia changes its name to Zimbabwe.
• 1980 US’s copyright law amended to include computer programs
• 1981 Wayne Gretsky scores quickest 50th goal (game 39)
• 1982 Women’s peace protest at Greenham Common – 30,000 women hold hands and form a human chain around the 14.5 km (9 mi) perimeter fence.
• 1988 Sandra Miller of Queens sues Mike Tyson for sexual harassment
• 2007 Ike Turner dies in California, of a cocaine overdose, at 76
And of course, our birthday!
December 5, 2009 at 18:50 (Yves S. Victoria)
November 14, 2009 at 15:29 (Yves S. Victoria)
Tags: fashion, Food/Gastronomy, Health/Santé, introduction, media, Romance, Yves of Victoria, Yves St Laurent
Welcome to YvesonVictoria
We have combined our adoration of fashion using Yves Saint Laurent as inspiration. We also use the homophone Yves for Eve. We are the Yves on Victoria because it is always the ‘eve’ of something couture, darling, upsetting or maddening in the world and we are the enchantment before the storm and sometimes during…;)
As we open our doors to you, we invite you to delve into the raw and often golden-spun sweetened media from around the world. Imbued with the sensibility of a fashion visionary, an obsession with journalism and adoration for all things journalistically enticing, it is with the greatest of pleasure we introduce this consciously aware haven to you.
This editorial and we use the term editorial because blog seems to take away the fabulous and serious, is not solely about the media and fashion. It serves as a place to inspire and educate in discussing important societal and personal issues and obsessions of food, books, health and romance. <3
We come to the end of our first entry and leave you with something inspired :)
Our waking hours form the text of our lives, our dreams, the commentary. Anonymous
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.- William Shakepeare
In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different Coco Chanel
Be with you soon Future Yves of Victoria Wild Things,
Yves S. Victoria