dimanche, septembre 10, 2006
s i g h
depressed tired sick busy stressed ill dejected troubled overwhelmed saddened
today morning a squirrel making weird noises in the tree. it looked pretty. but distraught.
all the teaching during archery is like making me feel like a full-time teacher. tired from talking so much. hai. but somewhat fun.
a book launch today. poetry/literature books. Reading is nice. nice to hear poems from the poet's own mouth. it's always so hard to imagine or guess what it is supposed to sound like. and there were some marvellous ones.
Orchard, City Hall, Bugis, Art Museum, and other foreign looking areas of Singapore which i still have not gotten used to after being back for so long. even though i wasnt away that long. i still think of going to Tete D'or, to Part-Dieu. today i took the mrt, a rare occurence nowadays, and i missed the levers and buttons on metro doors. i miss so many things. i miss 20 Minutes, i miss TF1, i miss the two days i was alone in Paris, in the cold, in the rain, in the empty streets, in the darkness, in the abnormal cold weather where the main places were empty and one could imagine them filled with lovely people and sunshine and love and Dreams.
i miss Charpennes, miss La Doua, i miss SNCF, i miss Trenitalia.
i regret most of all being so busy that i have not been able to think of them.
s i g h
and my ancient home computer almost din manage to start, had to try a few times before the harddisk woke up. i cant believe that all computing equipment are crashing out on me these days. utterly disappointing. waiting for the day this comp crashes totally. 5.5 yrs old with 1/3 parts replaced.
depressed tired sick busy stressed ill dejected troubled overwhelmed saddened
today morning a squirrel making weird noises in the tree. it looked pretty. but distraught.
all the teaching during archery is like making me feel like a full-time teacher. tired from talking so much. hai. but somewhat fun.
a book launch today. poetry/literature books. Reading is nice. nice to hear poems from the poet's own mouth. it's always so hard to imagine or guess what it is supposed to sound like. and there were some marvellous ones.
Orchard, City Hall, Bugis, Art Museum, and other foreign looking areas of Singapore which i still have not gotten used to after being back for so long. even though i wasnt away that long. i still think of going to Tete D'or, to Part-Dieu. today i took the mrt, a rare occurence nowadays, and i missed the levers and buttons on metro doors. i miss so many things. i miss 20 Minutes, i miss TF1, i miss the two days i was alone in Paris, in the cold, in the rain, in the empty streets, in the darkness, in the abnormal cold weather where the main places were empty and one could imagine them filled with lovely people and sunshine and love and Dreams.
i miss Charpennes, miss La Doua, i miss SNCF, i miss Trenitalia.
i regret most of all being so busy that i have not been able to think of them.
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