Hello! I think you might have already answered this but I can't find the link. How do you find The Time to immerse yourself in language with a job/studies etc?
Hi!
I have not been doing this recently because I'm on a break, but I would usually wake up at 5 am and immerse for about two hours before I need to do work. This means that no matter what happens, I've already secured a decent amount of immersion time in the morning alone. Throughout the day, I would listen to compressed audio, podcasts, or YouTube videos and I would watch an episode or two of a show or do my Anki reps during lunch time. In the evening, I would usually sit down and read for a few hours more before going to bed.
Everybody's work/study/home situation is different; this routine was something that worked for me, but maybe not for others. I encourage you to assess your own schedule and find the gaps to fill with immersion. Every extra hour helps a lot in the long run.
Good luck! ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧
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complete dedication to obsession (ie: complete loss of self)
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Cheerful Oblivion
Thought that I was hungry for love…
Maybe I was just hungry for blood.
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I met a woman in a club once. Years ago.
Can’t get her out of my head.
If I didn’t still have the napkin with her number on it…
Well. Would’ve been easy to assume I dreamed the whole thing up.
It was a miserable night to be out.
Rain was coming down in buckets, flooding the streets. Could almost hear it over the music, pelting the roof.
But there she was.
Filling the entire doorway.
No coat. No umbrella.
Nothing but a black tank top and jeans that looked too tight to be comfortable.
Soaked to the bone, dripping wet, faded blue-raspberry-bright hair plastered to her neck.
She looked like she’d dragged herself straight out of the ocean.
In hindsight, maybe she had.
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England is only ever gray or green.
The girls glitter,
Striding glorious and coatless in the rain.
I remember falling through these streets,
Somewhat out of place, if not for the drunkenness…
It makes my chest hurt to think of it,
Not of regret, but of missing that…
…cheerful oblivion…
**********
I remember the way she stood there, caught under spotlight rays of blue and green, the rain on her face sparkling like diamonds…
She looked like an angel. Could’ve been.
Probably wasn’t.
More than likely…something else.
She didn't belong there. In the club.
I don’t mean that in a judgmental way. Maybe philosophical.
She didn't really seem like she belonged anywhere.
But I could see it in her eyes, almost fluorescent blue under the lights.
To her, it didn’t matter where she belonged.
What mattered was where she wanted to be.
And she wanted to be there.
In that club.
On that night.
I’d never been afraid of being noticed by a beautiful woman.
I craved it. Don’t we all?
This was different.
She was different.
Never felt my blood run colder than the second our eyes locked.
It felt like being hunted.
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It was not all pain and pavement slick with rain,
And shining under lights from shitty clubs,
And doing shitty drugs,
And hugging girls that smelled like Britney Spears and…coconuts…
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She flowed through the crowd like water, parting the proverbial sea, leaving a wake of awestruck stares.
If she knew she was the center of attention, she didn’t care.
She was a full head taller than anyone else, a titan amongst mere mortals.
Muscles rippled when she moved.
Wet skin shimmered.
I tried not to stare, I really did.
Couldn’t help myself.
I could’ve watched her for days.
She swept ashore at the bar, smelling like petrichor and oil slicks.
Ordered a drink.
Smiled down at me, sitting so small a million miles beneath her.
There was nothing human about that razor-sharp flash of teeth.
She asked if I wanted another drink.
Hadn’t realized I’d finished the one in my hand.
I nodded.
Couldn’t find my voice.
Tab’s on me, she’d said. Not here for long, least I can do.
After tonight, you’ll never see me again.
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And with your mermaid hair and your teeth so sharp,
You crawled from the sea to break that sailor’s heart.
You only get one night upon the shore,
So dance like you’ve never danced before.
And the dance floor is filling up with blood,
But, oh Lord, you’ve never been so in love…
**********
I asked her where she was from.
She laughed, a harsh bark of a thing that ripped out of her throat like it hurt.
Nowhere.
I asked for her name.
She didn’t answer.
But that animal grin flashed back, a bright white scar across her face.
For no reason, I thought about moths.
And flames.
We stopped talking.
Kept drinking.
Started dancing.
God, the way she moved.
Like a machine.
Like a predator.
Like a ballerina.
Equal parts precision, power, beauty.
I couldn’t keep up.
She didn’t seem to care.
I was a prop.
A plaything.
An entertaining little toy, something to keep her distracted.
From what, I didn’t know.
But it didn’t matter.
It felt like an honor.
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And the mermaids they come once a year,
They climb the struts of Brighton Pier,
They come to drink, they come to dance,
To sacrifice a human heart.
And the world is so much wilder than you think.
You haven’t seen nothin’ ‘til you seen an English girl drink…
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I do still see her. Sometimes.
In my dreams.
In those hazy amber-clad memories.
It’s hard to know what was real.
Don’t know who she was.
Or what she was.
Never did call that number.
Not sure she’d really wanted me to.
Probably for the best.
I get the feeling that if we’d been in that club alone together…
She would’ve eaten me alive.
And I think I would've let her.
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Hi, Mae! I wanted to do an audio deck but making it would take forever. What should I do? Is it better to just immerse in some material or is it worth investing time in that deck. Thank you ;-;
Hi!
Always, always, choose immersion over Anki, in this case, more listening material. Just pick out some anime, drama, tv shows, audiobooks, podcasts, and YouTube channels you like and listen to those. You will improve over time, I assure you.
If you want some easy listening material, I always recommend condensed audio - you can find a bunch in this site under Condensed Audio:
If you were planning on using the audio deck to practice hearing pitch better, I recommend practicing with this site instead of Anki, then continue immersing more to hear them better.
Alternatively, if you really want an audio deck (and I'm going to assume that you have the basic vocabulary card setup with Yomichan that already comes with audio), then you can just take your existing cards (or duplicate them) and convert them into audio cards by going into Cards in the Anki Browser, and instead of having the Word or Sentence in the Front Template, have the Audio field in Front instead. That's the easiest way to turn your cards into audio cards that I know of.
Hope this helps!
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