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Let There Be … War?

Spent the whole day composing my status report.  This time I am sure I will start a war between the Technical and Functional Team.  Knowing that there will be a big meeting between the bosses of the two teams, I don’t want to know the result.

Just too much tension between the team.  And Michel is a truly racist.  Look at Claude, I feel heartbroken.  That guy was suffering with the report.  What have I done?  I never mean to cause anyone unhappiness.  And just today, everybody wanted to work with me for a few hours.  But I just didn’t have the time.  Shame.

I dined with Claude tonight.  He took me for a very long walk and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  He has shared a lot of his thinking with me and has truly enlightened my life.  The French restaurant was a very family type and the food was okay (although Claude really enjoyed it).  I will miss him for I will only be able to see him one day when I will be back in May and he will be heading to Cairo.

We smiled, shook hands, I stepped out of the Metro at Concord.  I looked back, smiled at him and gave him a final wave. Friends …

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  1. Different approach to happiness
  2. Could have been worse
  3. Inspiring French story #1
  4. Inspiring French story #2
  5. Inspiring French story #3
  6. Break the pattern!
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~ Different approach to happiness ~

Got to say, “Angels of the same kind fly together”. Surprisingly, I found someone here of the same kind of wavelength as mine. Bizarre.

And my buddy slowly unfolded one of the saying he got from one of his poetic friend. And it goes something like this.

“As one gets older, one gets happier. Why? Each day I wake up, I smile. For I am one day closer to death.”

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~ Could have been worse ~

We remained silence for a few minutes and indeed, I do respect someone who can derive happiness that way.

He then resumed and unfolded the next one.

“Whenever we encounter unhappiness, we always think of the ‘could have been better’. That way, we become more and more depressed. Why not think of the ‘could have been worse’? That way, we can achieve the neutral point (ultimate void or nothingness I guess).”

The way I think of it is that when our life is having its downside, making ourselves feeling sad will just bring life to a lower point. But if we can think of the ‘could have been worse’, we are then ‘looking up’ and hence bring life to the – neutral point.

This thinking has actually changed my buddy’s life dramatically. Whenever he is down, he thinks of what could have been worse. This may as well change my life. Hope it changes yours as well.

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~ Inspiring French story #1 ~

Following to what my buddy has told me, he then shared some of the French humor with me. It was kind of hard for me to understand immediately but he explained patiently.

Maybe some of you have already heard this one or something similar.

One day, a man (possibly French) was lying on his bed waiting for his wife to return. When his wife returned, she spoke anxiously, “You won’t believe this. Today, when our neighbor returned to his house, he found his wife sleeping with another man.”

He relaxed and replied, “Could have been worse.”

His wife then went on, “And his wife took the gun and shot her husband.”

The same reply, “Could have been worse.”

“She then shot her boyfriend.”

“Could have been worse.”

“And she shot herself!” his wife exclaimed.

“Could have been worse.”

“What could ever be worse?” his wife burst out.

“I was sleeping with her yesterday,” the man replied.

When my buddy finished his story, the immediate answer was “So?”. Then I realized that I was wrong in interpreting the story as a joke for it is not funny at all.

Two points well noted are (1) this man could have been dead if he was sleep with her neighbor today instead; (2) this man was honest to his wife.

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~ Inspiring French story #2 ~

My buddy then went on and I have to admit that you have to have a little bit of French humor in order to understand this one.

One day, a wife (again, very likely French) was seeing her therapist.

“Our relationship is getting worse!”, said the wife.

“Would you like to tell me why?”, asked the therapist.

“He always tells me that my cooking is no good. Not as good as his mother,” the wife replied.

“Go and take some cooking lesson then,” suggested the therapist.

One week later, the wife returned to the therapist and this time, she told him that her husband complaint that her ironing skill was never as good as his mother.

Again, the therapist suggested, “Go and take some ironing class.”

Another week went by and the wife returned feeling even more depressed.

“My husband thinks that I can never dust the house as good as his mother,” said the wife.

The therapist stopped for a moment and suggested seriously, “Tonight, dress in the sexiest black underwear with black stocking. Sit in front of him with legs open wide. I am certain that it will work.”

So, the wife took her therapist’s advise and when her husband saw her in black, he exclaimed, “Is my mother dead?”

Well, hard to understand right? I had the same feeling as well. First you must not take this as a joke. Secondly, you must know that it is the French culture that they will dress in black whenever there is a death in the family.

The moral of the story is that no matter how much this wife tries to get better, she can never replace her mother-in-law’s role. Her husband is just obsess and in love with his mother. That gives me some deep thoughts in the fact that sometimes in life, no matter how much you try to be better in order to suit your lover or your friends, you can never reach the ‘best’ for it may not be reachable at all.

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~ Inspiring French story #3 ~

Like the English always make jokes out of the Irish. The French do the same to the Belgian.

One day, a Belgian took his friend (definitely a French) for a movie in which he has already watched four times.

Then came the exciting part about the duel between a Cowboy and an Indian. The Belgian turned to his friend and challenged, “I bet that the Cowboy will win this time.” Not knowing that the Belgian has already watched the movie four times, his friend agreed to bet with him.

In the end, the Indian shot the Cowboy and the Belgian lost the bet.

The Belgian walked out of the theater and sighed, “I thought the Cowboy would have learnt this time.”

Got this one? You can treat this a joke and laugh at the Belgian. Another way of thinking is that in everyday life, we commit to recurrent habits all the time and we just simply act upon unconsciously.

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~ Break the pattern! ~

Breaking the recurrent habits and break the pattern. Everyday, we are dominated by the flooding number of advertisements on air, on TV and in every corner of the streets, every page of the magazines. Our day to day work further enhances our life into habits and patterns. What are you going to do about it?

Break the pattern!

I though I am a wired type of person. But I think I have met my challenge. Two weeks ago, my buddy actually blindfolded himself for a whole day just to experience the momentary lost of vision. And he broke the pattern. In the end, he feels a lot better and learns how to appreciate the gift of vision.

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~ Write something ~

After dinner, just before we stepped into the train station, my buddy told me that once he was reading a book published by an American poem writer who writes (or wrote) in French and English. This American writer suggested that once in one’s life, one has got to write a novel. This is for one to read later on in one’s life.

And I have already started writing another novel one month ago. Isn’t that amazing?

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So You Love My Poems?

Aurore was not in the office today (and tomorrow as well) so I walked into the office pretty late.  Anyway I had nothing better to do.  Not exactly right, I need to pass the ticket number to Ginger and tomorrow will be a public holiday in Singapore.

And I have got my business class ticket to US.  Wow!

Tonight, they have arranged a birthday party (dinner) for Grace, our AC project manager and Oliver, the BNP project manager.  Coincidentally, their birthdays fall onto the same day which is tomorrow.

The dinner was at 8:30 pm.  I left the office at six and returned to the hotel in order to download the SWIFT stuffs for Alvin.  Took me quite a while.  And planned to go the WH Smith and get some English books or/and magazine.  Reached there after seven, thinking that it will still be opened but it was closed at seven. Shame, could have made it.

Took a nice walk and sat somewhere near to the restaurant.  Waited for more than an hour and the BNP project manager arrived first.

The food was nice (French food) and I thoroughly enjoyed the dinner.  Grace told me that she loves my poems.  I was speechless.  There was ten of us altogether. What a crowd!

Still thinking of the show “Romeo + Juliet” the whole day.  See, what kind of impact has it done to me ?!

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The Movie Romeo and Juliet Moves Me

Spent half a day doing an evaluation on the Technical Team.  Another half a day having MUE meeting with Sophie and discussing the matter with Michel.  That guy has a temper problem.  Personally I don’t think he can handle the design at all.  Mohamed was very curious on what I wrote on the evaluation but of course, that is confidential.  For the eye of Aurore only.

Romeo and Juliet was on today, therefore I called up the BNP team.  In the end, Karin, Puyee (?) and Munchie came along.  All the literature was there.  At first it was kind of strange to mix the modern setting with the old literature but as the story went along, you kind of get use to it.

Romeo was very cute (and handsome) and Juliet was very sweet.  A very sad ending.  Indeed, just too sad.  It has such an impact on me!

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Kids, More Kids

Called up Annie this morning and I think that her personally life is not a lot better than mine.  Think about all the loneliness.  She commented that the new friends she made in Singapore is nothing compare to the old ones.  Yes, I agree.  In that case, doubt if I can get a girlfriend better than … oh no!  Not again!

The people around me in the office, so many of them are having kids.  Small kids.  That makes me really long for a family of my own.

As for the new guy Federick, don’t think I know him well yet.  Maybe one day.  And today, I can feel that Aurore may dislike me.  Probably because of the result of the status report.

Come to think of it, it could have been very nice if JP and I actually work out.  My house.  My house.  And that’s lost.  Think about the physical separation.  With her, we are complete.  Without her, well …

Today, I have received the study version of Revelation from Athena.  She is really nice.  Really nice.

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My Paris Collection – Footnotes

  1. “Spanish Dance” – Got the idea when I was dining in a Spanish restaurant. Truly amazing to see so much love around me.
  2. “Fire of Love” – It was an actual scene in real life. I was in Shrewsbury (UK) one fine night well after midnight. Right in front of me was a L-shaped Swan Lake and behind me was a large piece of farmland with a small castle. It is one of the magical moment in my life.
  3. “Love Mythology” – I was reading too much Greek Mythology at that point of time.
  4. “Strip” – Inspired by the people around me. Love is so fragile, isn’t it? Just when we think that people are different, we can be so similar in some aspects.
  5. “Death Marriage (Alternative Lyric)” – Simply an alternative to the original DM. After all, life is not supposed to be so sad, isn’t it? Eternal love …
  6. “Names That Shall Be Spoken. Names That Shan’t Be Spoken” – Funny thing is that if you try to think in a much wider sense, you seem to be able to include quite a lot different lights in life.
  7. “Passion” – Inspired by one fantastic black and white photo taken by one French artist.
  8. “Death Marriage” – The first question people usually ask was : What is the army of devil. As they read on, they do understand. The next question was : Who is the lighthouse. Well, not many people do witness the sacrifice of Love, do they?
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What Have I Gained in Paris?

Monday.  First day in the “new” office with two FX guys as Eric (the third one) is having a one week holiday.  Pretty quiet and made a few phone calls.  First one to UOB and finally found out that one of my card’s mailing address has not been changed.  That is why.  Second phone call to IRA and extended my deadline til June 27.

Francis called me up and I am sill very undecided about my future.  As he said that I will “shine” if I stay with VTF.  Oh god, really don’t know.

Nope, Mylene Farmer’s new concert album has not been out yet.  Felt really lonely today.  First, spent one hour at FNAC and went to a Tunisian Restaurant.  What have I gained in Paris?

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Killing Time

I couldn’t really sleep last night.  Gone to bed at 10:30 pm and woke up at 2:30 am.  And I couldn’t go back to sleep.  Got up, obsessed with my coming broadcast and tried to go back to sleep at six.  Couldn’t.  Hence ordered breakfast.

Eventually, woke up at noon.  Nice sunshine today.  Desperate to go out and bathed in the sun.  Contemplating whether to call the BNP guys or not but I didn’t.

Sunglasses on, I went done to Châtelet-Les-Halles and decided to watch “Blood and Wine”.  Took the same route as Claude took me to 2 days ago.  Had lunch at one very nice bar.  Actually planned to watch the show at six in the afternoon but I couldn’t wait no more.  Just too much time.  Hence watched it at four instead.

Very good show.  It’s Jack Nicholson.  Went to Virgin store and walked aimlessly at the busy street of Champs-Elysees.  In the end, decided to go back to Châtelet and had my Japanese food.

Been thinking of my future house all the time.  Suddenly I remember one of the reason of coming back to Paris was to be able save some money for my future home (+ decorations and so on).  Shame that things do not always work out the way they suppose to be.

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My Paris Collection – Passion

A picture of black and white.

Imagination extends. Two lovers kiss at this momentary silence. Everybody in the background fade to black. Just the two of them.

Time suspends. Moving planes travel in two different directions. All motions halt. Fade to black. Bunch of flower in their hands.

Enchanting moment. That is Passion.

Passion comes from longing.
Passion is like a burning candle.
Passion is tears and joy.
Passion redefines time.
Passion is an Agent of Love.

And when motion resumes, when the sand begins its descend in the hourglass, the picture begins to turn white and it begins to turn bright. My eyes are hurt and there is nothing to be seen.

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I Do Need a Lover

Weekend again.  As always, woke up really late.  This time is about five in the late afternoon.  Gone out for an Italian restaurant.  The food was good.  Wanted to watch a movie but I had too much alcohol.

I do need a lover.