eugeneration

Got a sms from my brother. He has a blog now. We haven't met for almost a month or longer. miss him sooooooo much. He had a rough day and so did I, drrrr! Nevermind! Tomorrow will be fine.

it's not about the bike

"I had learned what it means to ride the Tour De France. It's not about the bike. It's a metaphor for life, not only the longest race in the world but also the most exalting and heartbreaking and potentially tragic. It poses every conceivable element to the rider: unspeakable bad luck, unthinkable beauty, yawning senselessness and above all a great deep self-questioning.



During our lives we're faced with so many different elements as well, we experience so many set backs, and fight trying to stay upright and to have a little hope. The tour is not just a bike race, not at all. It is a test. It tests you physically. It tests you mentally, and it tests you morally."

It's not about the Bike: My Journey Back to Life
by Lance Armstrong, Sally Jenkins

mieow

On my way home tonite, something strange happened. I walked by the bushes and heard some noises. A little tabby came out from it and stopped in front of me. Then he started saying "mieow_ mieow mieow_ mieow_ mieow mieow mieow" I wondered if he wanted to say:

A. "will u bring me home?";
B. "hey your baguette smells nice. Are u going to make salmon sandwich? May I have some?";
C. "go away or I'll…" or
D. nothing but a mieow



Every once in a while, the idea of adopting a cat will pop up in my mind. I think it is kind of nice when I open the door, a cat runs to me and welcomes me home. At dinner time, other than sharing water with the cactus, I don't mind sharing my cheese sandwich with this little kitten. But, given my history of failing to raise 3 pet tortoises, may be it's not a good idea afterall.

Had a 3-hour long meeting today. It's time to shut down the computer, as well as my mind.

antiquephobia

I diagnose myself with antiquephobia. Again I dreamt about breaking my client's antique when I do a photo shoot for them. Maybe I can break the spell by actually smashing one. Well before I can afford testing this, a strong black coffee may help.

Van Gogh Museum Cafe

The radio was playing Peter Gabriel Don't Give Up when I woke up this morning. In bed, I thought about my dream. I wore 2 different shoes. They look similar but certainly not a pair. My mind was blank. I was just looking at them for a very long time.



Nearly fell from my chair when I saw this Van Gogh Museum Cafe ad. a bit too good, too clever.