I need something to get my creative juices flowing. Or at least to let me feel that yes, I still do have a hint of creativity in me. I could shoot, but then again, I don’t know where to go and what to shoot. Unfortunately, I can’t think of any interesting places to shoot or even interesting objects. And well, on weekends, I can’t exactly wander out of the house as much. House-sitting not grounded okay?
Or maybe I find too many excuses not to do anything. I can always go at night to wherever it is I may think of going. But then again, nighttime, no car, not safe, tired from work, sleepy, need to wake up early…apparently there’s too many reasons why I shouldn’t.
I could shoot right here in the office….but no, I don’t want to. Not at the moment. Maybe when I get a digital SLR. And that would be….100 years from now? How I wish I can afford it. My little hobby is not so little in the Financial department. Hard times socs, better save up or someday drown…again, am I making excuses?
So okay, lets not focus too much on photography. Maybe I need something very convenient to do but at the same time would boost up my creativity level and would inspire me to do more……..
Yes, nice idea. Now what?
I don’t know. Even now, I’m typing nonsense.
Excuse me, I think I’ll go through my huge pile of Paris pics yet again.
Apr 28, 2003
Apr 14, 2003
I know I'm kinda strange, to you sometimes
Don't always say, what's on my mind
You know that I've been hurt, by some guy
But I don't wanna mess up this time
[BRIDGE]
And I really really really care
And I really really really want you
And I think I'm kinda scared
Cos I don't want to lose you
If you really really really care
Then maybe you can hang through
I hope you understand
It's nothing to you
[CHORUS]
My heart's at a low
I'm so much to manage
I think you should know that
I've been damaged
I'm falling in love
There's one disadvantage
I think you should know that I've been damaged
I might look through your stuff, for what I don't wanna find
Or I might just set you up, to see if you're all mine
I'm a little paranoid, from what I've been through
Don't know what you got yourself into
And I really really really care (And I care about you so much)
And I really really really want you (I really do want you)
And I think I'm kinda scared (But I'm scared with every touch)
Cos I don't want to lose you (Cos I don't want to lose you)
If you really really really care (If you care for me like you say)
Then maybe you can hang through (Then maybe you can hang through)
I hope you understand (I hope you understand)
It's nothing to you (It's nothing to you, you)
My heart's at a low (low)
I'm so much to manage
I think you should know that (I think you should know)
I've been damaged
I'm falling in love (I'm falling in love)
There's one disadvantage
I think you should know that I've been damaged (I think you should know that)
My heart's at a low
I'm so much to manage (I'm so much to manage)
I think you should know that (I think you should know that)
I've been damaged (I've been damaged)
I'm falling in love (I love you so)
There's one disadvantage (I love you so)
I think you should know that I've been damaged
And I really really really want you
And I think I'm kinda scared
Cos I don't want to lose you
If you really really really care
Then maybe you can hang through
I hope you understand
It's nothing to you (It's nothing to you)
My heart's at a low
I'm so much to manage
I think you should know that (Ooh I think you should know I've been damaged)
I've been damaged (I've been damaged baby)
I'm falling in love (Falling in love with you baby, yeah)
There's one disadvantage
I think you should know that I've been damaged
My heart's at a low
I'm so much to manage
I think you should know that
I've been damaged
I'm falling in love
There's one disadvantage
I think you should know that I've been damaged
Apr 9, 2003
Slow day. No, not really slow. Lazy is more like it.
Been staring at my Reference Manuals the entire morning and I think only 5% of it was absorbed.
My desk looks very cluttered. To my left is an empty coffee mug, a bottle of mineral water, two coasters, my desktop calendar, two training manuals, my notebook and the print out of the Programming Standards. To my right is my phone, my Fuji note pads, yellow post-its and MySpl.com post-its, the crummy 6110 I'm using, an alcogel and my desk paraphernalia.
Oh and two books which I have read, but not finished. Both are not mine.
Behind me is the office corridor where people come and go all the time. And I can't shake off the feeling that someone's reading everything I type behind my back.
I wish they can move to another spot, but I can't seem to find any vacant place nearby.
I wish I can move back to Paris and use the laptop I was using.
Been staring at my Reference Manuals the entire morning and I think only 5% of it was absorbed.
My desk looks very cluttered. To my left is an empty coffee mug, a bottle of mineral water, two coasters, my desktop calendar, two training manuals, my notebook and the print out of the Programming Standards. To my right is my phone, my Fuji note pads, yellow post-its and MySpl.com post-its, the crummy 6110 I'm using, an alcogel and my desk paraphernalia.
Oh and two books which I have read, but not finished. Both are not mine.
Behind me is the office corridor where people come and go all the time. And I can't shake off the feeling that someone's reading everything I type behind my back.
I wish they can move to another spot, but I can't seem to find any vacant place nearby.
I wish I can move back to Paris and use the laptop I was using.
Apr 2, 2003
Written 11:54 pm DST, Paris time
I cant leave Paris without trying their nightlife. Last Friday, we went out with some colleagues from work, Fiona, a British/Australian girl and Franck, a French guy. We went around St. Germain, Paris’ Latin Quarter. Being such a big group (there were 10 of us initially), we couldn’t go to the big clubs where a lot of dancing took place because there weren’t much space. Eventually we found a bar, seWttled in at their –1 level (below ground level, or the ‘basement’ if you prefer) and got ourselves some drinks. After one or two rounds, we decided to find another place. At the second bar we found, some people decided to go ahead and get some rest. At this point, it was 1:30 and the Metro was already closed by then. Rather than get a taxi home, I decided to stay behind and wait til the Metro reopens at, oh, around 5:30 am. I was in for the long haul, not like I ever wanted to be with the first group to leave anyway. So there I was at that second bar, thinking I shouldn’t drink too much, lest I throw up all over the place and all over Paris. Every one else was saying, if you’re going to get drunk, you might as well get drunk in Paris. I would’ve agreed, except that none of them has ever seen me drunk. They don’t know how messy it would’ve been.
So by 2 pm, the bar was closing, and we had to find another one. We found one, and again, ordered drinks (at this point, I’ve spent 12 euros for 2 drinks already…ouch!) sans alcohol for me. We had a pretty interesting conversation, comparing our cultures and some of the weird (and scary) laws in some countries. Did you know that in France, any ‘legal’ ceremony can later be contested if there was no statue of the ‘Marais’ at the official hall. Interesting isn’t it? That’s what we were talking about, up until the bar had to close by 3 am.
Our 4th bar for the night, was the loudest that night. It was an Irish bar, with dance music and TV, and a group of Welsh rugby fans wearing their dragon gear. Again, drinks for everyone, except me. I’ve had enough alcohol and if I were to retain my pride, I’d best steer clear of alcohol. This time, talk revolved around sex, men and women, and what it means to be “French” (it means to be liberal, apparently, they are the most liberal among, oh, all cultures and nationalities?).
An hour later, we were thrown out again, and this time, it was time for coffee. The guys have had enough alcohol. Franck lined up for some crepe and the four of us, we stood outside the crepe/sandwich place, talking about after-drinks food. In Manila, it was Tapsi., in England it was Kebabs and in Paris, it was crepe and sandwiches. We had around an hour left to wait for the Metro and we spent the rest of it at the café. Conversation this time was about game boards. And frankly, I didn’t know half of the games they were talking about. I suppose it was partly because I was half asleep and partly because they were American/British games which I knew nothing of. So I kept quiet most of the time and stared at the sky.
Its been a while since I’ve gone out at night and stayed out until sunrise. How the color of the sky changed from pitch black (with very few stars, if I may add) to dark blue, to light blue, to even lighter blue was an awesome experience. Life goes on. After the dark, comes the light. It gave me hope….it also gave me determination to get home without falling flat on my face from exhaustion and the need for sleep.
Needless to say, it was time to head home at 6 am. The train ride took us around an hour I think. Again, I was thankful I didn’t drink too much, otherwise, I would’ve thrown up at every Metro station.
All in all, it was a good night. Sure, I didn’t meet any cute guys, but I have new friends and I can say that yes, I’ve tried the Parisian night life.
I cant leave Paris without trying their nightlife. Last Friday, we went out with some colleagues from work, Fiona, a British/Australian girl and Franck, a French guy. We went around St. Germain, Paris’ Latin Quarter. Being such a big group (there were 10 of us initially), we couldn’t go to the big clubs where a lot of dancing took place because there weren’t much space. Eventually we found a bar, seWttled in at their –1 level (below ground level, or the ‘basement’ if you prefer) and got ourselves some drinks. After one or two rounds, we decided to find another place. At the second bar we found, some people decided to go ahead and get some rest. At this point, it was 1:30 and the Metro was already closed by then. Rather than get a taxi home, I decided to stay behind and wait til the Metro reopens at, oh, around 5:30 am. I was in for the long haul, not like I ever wanted to be with the first group to leave anyway. So there I was at that second bar, thinking I shouldn’t drink too much, lest I throw up all over the place and all over Paris. Every one else was saying, if you’re going to get drunk, you might as well get drunk in Paris. I would’ve agreed, except that none of them has ever seen me drunk. They don’t know how messy it would’ve been.
So by 2 pm, the bar was closing, and we had to find another one. We found one, and again, ordered drinks (at this point, I’ve spent 12 euros for 2 drinks already…ouch!) sans alcohol for me. We had a pretty interesting conversation, comparing our cultures and some of the weird (and scary) laws in some countries. Did you know that in France, any ‘legal’ ceremony can later be contested if there was no statue of the ‘Marais’ at the official hall. Interesting isn’t it? That’s what we were talking about, up until the bar had to close by 3 am.
Our 4th bar for the night, was the loudest that night. It was an Irish bar, with dance music and TV, and a group of Welsh rugby fans wearing their dragon gear. Again, drinks for everyone, except me. I’ve had enough alcohol and if I were to retain my pride, I’d best steer clear of alcohol. This time, talk revolved around sex, men and women, and what it means to be “French” (it means to be liberal, apparently, they are the most liberal among, oh, all cultures and nationalities?).
An hour later, we were thrown out again, and this time, it was time for coffee. The guys have had enough alcohol. Franck lined up for some crepe and the four of us, we stood outside the crepe/sandwich place, talking about after-drinks food. In Manila, it was Tapsi., in England it was Kebabs and in Paris, it was crepe and sandwiches. We had around an hour left to wait for the Metro and we spent the rest of it at the café. Conversation this time was about game boards. And frankly, I didn’t know half of the games they were talking about. I suppose it was partly because I was half asleep and partly because they were American/British games which I knew nothing of. So I kept quiet most of the time and stared at the sky.
Its been a while since I’ve gone out at night and stayed out until sunrise. How the color of the sky changed from pitch black (with very few stars, if I may add) to dark blue, to light blue, to even lighter blue was an awesome experience. Life goes on. After the dark, comes the light. It gave me hope….it also gave me determination to get home without falling flat on my face from exhaustion and the need for sleep.
Needless to say, it was time to head home at 6 am. The train ride took us around an hour I think. Again, I was thankful I didn’t drink too much, otherwise, I would’ve thrown up at every Metro station.
All in all, it was a good night. Sure, I didn’t meet any cute guys, but I have new friends and I can say that yes, I’ve tried the Parisian night life.
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