I woke up at half past ten this morning, and it took me about five minutes to actually realize how late it was. The day then continued to be a lazy day. I did not go out of the apartment at all, and was only out of the bed to take a nice long bath …
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Il est trop tard (the narrative) — 48
Que no has conocido a nadie que te bese como yo, que no hay otro hombre en tu vida, que de ti se beneficie… depende.* — Depende, Jarabe de Palo “Should we head home?” “Why?” “Why?? Because we’re soaking wet and the wind is blowing and we might get sick otherwise.” “Ah. Good point. Can …
Il est trop tard (the narrative) — 47
J’avoue j’en ai bave pas vous, mon amour, avant d’avoir eu vent de vous, mon amour. Ne vous deplaise, en dansant la Javanaise, nous nous aimions le temps d’une chanson.* — La Javanaise, Serge Gainsbourg “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music,” the …
Il est trop tard (the narrative) — 46
Slow down, you crazy child, and take the phone off the hook and disappear for awhile. It’s all right, you can afford to lose a day or two. When will you realize, Vienna waits for you? — Vienna, Billy Joel “OH!” “What? What happened? Are you okay?” “I just realized I forgot my phone…” “So? …
Il est trop tard (the narrative) — 45
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told. I give her my heart but she wanted my soul, but don’t think twice, it’s all right. — Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright, Bob Dylan Dave stared at his phone again, reading the message from Aimee for the tenth or so time this morning. He hits …
You know you haven’t been blogging for too long when…
You can’t remember what your password is. On the bright side of things though, I got it right on the first guess, so maybe it hasn’t been THAT long after all. This blog is getting very much neglected though, that much I can say. But seriously, who finds the time to blog in between work, …
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Loving you…
“That’s because you’re madly in love with him!” he said for the third or fourth time in the last three hours we spent together. I smacked his arm with the book I had in my hand. “I’m not,” I said, “at least not anymore… or at least I don’t think I am. I don’t know, …
Happy birthday, Dad!
Dear Dad, I don’t know much about you, and I don’t remember much either. After all, the last time I saw you I was only two. Truth be told, I miss you, and I wish I was able to meet you again, but of course that’s not possible since you are no longer in this …
GIT 2012 — a review
Sometime in February, I think, I found out that I was certainly going to be in Yogyakarta in June for the Global Institute of Theology (GIT). To be blatantly honest, I didn’t like that decision all that much. After all, it meant yet another month away from Geneva, from Europe… and to be in Indonesia, …
Geneva, Day 2/10
What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfil? What exotic locale would …