Tag: writing story

Zero SIR is a Dream

Yesterday was Friday and I have totally forgotten that. I even asked Willie do French people say to each other “Bon Weekend” even on Thursday.

Stayed kind of quite late in the office and had a good chat with Aurore regarding on the project matters.  Man, I feel good when the number of SIR is approaching zero.  I am free!  I am free!

Saturday morning, always the same.  Actually planned to wake up early to do some shopping for my coming trip next weekend but I failed to do so.  I ended up doing shopping starting from 4 pm, which was definitely not enough as all the shops close at 7 pm.  But I managed to get my sport gear and some nice casual wears.  Got to say shopping without looking very much at the price tags made me feel good.  Just charge in.

And composed a letter for JP.  Most probably that will put an end to our relationship.  I don’t know what I am doing at all but I guess that is for our own good.  Right devoted myself in writing a short story.

What If I Take up a Job in Paris?

I am so obsess with my short story that I virtually spent all last night (except Jay Leno’s Show) reading over and over.  And busy returning mail to my friends.

Willie invited me to go over to his place (with his girlfriend) one weekend.  How sweet of him!  He told me a little secret that they will be getting married soon.  That’s really great news.  What age am I in now as I hear more and more people get married.

Aurore hinted again that she wanted to hire me.  I am really confused right now and don’t really know what I want to do with my life.  In addition, I feel kind of a distance between my girlfriend and my family.  What have I done to myself?

Today was Thursday so I announced that let’s talk about weekend now as I don’t really want to talk about weekend on every Friday. It is so depressing, you know.

Of Viper Tongue, Big Ankle, and Hot Rabbit

Last night, I was writing a short story.  Time passed and I only had less than 5 hours of sleep (consider I had less than 4 hours of sleep the night before).  Today’s weather went crazy.  We had sun, wind and rain.  That’s spring in Paris.

In French, “Viper Tongue” is gossip and “Big Ankle” means someone is too proud of himself.  In return, I taught them the difference between honey and horny (in which Aurore always pronounced the wrong one).  And she taught me horny (man) in French is “Hot Rabbit”.  Wonder why.

The restaurant that I ended up into was a bit special. T he French waitress was young, shy and very pretty with very heavy makeup (just the one I like).  The waiter stopped by and joked, “She loves you”, “Don’t you find her beautiful?” and “You love her?” those sort of cheap talk.  I just laughed.

Okay, got to stop now.  I have got to download the mail.  It has been 2 days!