Friday, May 26, 2006

Con Te PartirĂ²

Like this is it.

I'm leaving on a jetplane, don't know when I'll be back again.

Bye everyone. I miss you all already.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Pigeons and boots

Setting: Stone pavement, huge square, lots of pigeons
Characters: A girl, and a boy

G: Ready?
B: Haha, yeah
G: Hold my hand.

We run down through the pigeons, and see them fly up and away, with the mist kissing my face as I look up to the sky, closing my eyes and absorbing this splendor, then smile, with the urge to scream yeah this is great, but with absolutely no need to say a word.

Now I just need to find the boy who will hold my hand through this.

Sunday, May 14, 2006


After travelling around for a bit, I'd like to think of myself as being a travel savvy person. Afterall, insofar I have not yet face any real problem of forgetting to pack some really vital things, OR, more importantly, not bringing a bag big enough to carry my conquers, and then having to lug big plastic bag of things up the plane.

Having said that though, this is by far the hardest bag to pack. To pack a year worth of wear for 4 seasons but not bring too much because I'm not going directly to London is SO difficult. What's more, I don't even know what type of job I am going to work as, so what type of clothes to bring is another problem. And these trench coats and down jackets and knit wears are like the thickest heaviest and most space consuming things on Earth. Luckily I've discovered (and developed a compulsive obsession for) vacuum bags. Now I just want to squeeze air out of everything I see.

And, being hui and being vain, I need to look fashionable. Enough.

It's a crazy task really.