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A year ago, I discovered the poem below by the illustrious French poet, Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918) when I was taking a ride in the KLIA Transit train (I love the train: it is 5 gazillion times faster than any other trains in this country and it has entertainment, poems on its walls, 'unscented' carriages and space).

It's called Pont Mirabeau and I think it's really neat. Pont in French = bridge. Pond in English = ... pond. I saw the bridge when I was down the Seine, it's nothing much, just a normal bridge of metal. But the poem is nice nonetheless and the one here is a literal translation from its French origin. Here goes:


Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our loves
Must I remember them
Joy always followed after pain

Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain

Hand in hand let us stay face to face
while underneath
the bridge of our arms passes
the so-slow wave of eternal looks

Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain

Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
How slow life is
How violent hope is

Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain

The days pass and the weeks pass
Neither past time
Nor past loves return
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine

-Guillaume Apollinaire-


Berry good, Mr Apollo Apollinaire. I tried turkish delights chocolates today, and it was so-so..

Crusing along the river Seine,
sun's going down - it's almost eight.
The Eiffel bows for me,
the arches call to come back soon,
nearby trees talk about doing it over again.
All I could think of
was how pretty it was to soak it all in,
and all alone.

Hellooooo!

I have a truckload of pictures of my Eurotrip (nyeheheh) and another motorcycle load of pics in my sister's cam that I've yet to receive and sift through so I'll probably be posting pictures for the next 3 months. I was wondering awhile ago how I'd start sharing the pics here and due to my swaying head (yeah literally I feel as though I'm still in turbulence onboard flight SQ112), I decided that I'll post pictures I took of attention seeking/funny/amusing signages that deserve to be posted on all blogs alive :D . Nah.

So here are some of the pictures of amusing signages I have now with me:

I'm in my best friend Shu's room in Hull, UK and I'll be leaving for Malaysia tomorrow - flight's at 6.30pm, England time. I'll miss her. But she'll be back home for her summer hols! Yay Yay Yayayay!

I don't fancy the UK.

But I do fancy all the horsefood it produces! Oatcakes, flapjacks, all kinds of yogurt with cereal goodness in them, muffins, scones (I had the world-according-to-Ju's best scone in York - it was from a shop called Bettys and it was GOOOODD), cakes, etc.

My nose is so blocked.

We are who, we are who whowhowohwhowhowhwohwhwoowoooooooooOoo....

I am hungry and I will miss you, Shu. And your yummy apple cinnamon oats and room and eskimo jacket and eating your carbs. And laughing at flies. Open flies. HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. You took care of me well and I had the best time even though with tissue up my nose and high temperature *and at this moment, you are asking me to sleep because it's late hehehe*

:D

Hmm. I must say I dread returning to Cyberjaya where my overdue workload will greet me first thing with open arms. It is cruel. And it's probably the only reason why I'm hesitating to go home though I miss the warmth and sunshine of an equatorial country already.

Okay, I'm roaring with her now, reminiscing good ol' days. Toodleloo... see you all at home :)

All my bags unpacked,
not ready to go.

So yes, it's only 2 weeks. I don't know if my chicken dress will work. I'm thinking it won't be perfectly wearable by tomorrow. So that leaves me with.... my F.O.S tops. I think I need to shop tomorrow. And I'm leaving... tomorrow.

Write me! Or send me SMSes. I might not be able to reply them but at least I get to read them *thumbs up*

I'll try my very best to get a little something for everyone other than chocolates or candy. You can make requests too :) In case you know of things to get from certain parts of Europe which of course I am ignorant of, here's where I'll be touring: Paris (not the one in PD or PJ hehehee), Brussels, Amsterdam, Brugge, and London. I can't promise items like croissants with cream cheese filling or oil paintings, but I most definitely won't get something from KLIA's duty-free on the way home :D

I'm getting a wee bit excited about the trip. The only thing that's bothering me now is not knowing what to wear for the fashion show/afterparty. Yes, don't we girls fret over things like that?

There's this poem stuck in my head from Archie comics. It was written by Moose Mason, the highschool quarterback who starts every sentence off with 'Duh' and is usually drawn sleepy eyed and scratching his head (he's not too bright). If he's not scratching his head, he's beating someone up with his right fist. He has bright yellow hair (dumb blonde stigma applied), probably about 7 feet tall, has rippling muscles and literally crushes people like Reggie who is stupid enough to take interest in his girlfriend, Midge. I read the poem years upon years ago and I still can't get over it:

As high as the highest mountain is..
as deep as the deepest ocean is..
as wide as the widest river is..
that is how much in love we is.

Nyahahaaa! So very funny and painfully sweet.

I'm getting a brain freeze. I am panicking. Heave ho, heave ho. I really should be packing.

Ok ok ok ok ok. I'm not ready for wherever I'm goinggg!!! I still want to do more research, only it takes reading time, something I don't really have till I.. come back from... my trip. Hmm.

I'm currently in the process of speed making a dress which is actually one of 5 outfits for my final collection of Semester 6 - I have this horrible idea of wearing it for the fashion show in Paris. And that's if the dress turns out to be a dress with no obvious traces of last minute stapling or taping with Sweettape (since I only work on it in the middle of the night when I'm semiconscious and on sugar highs e.g. now). Someone stop me before I look like a chicken in a dress in an event that could make me the fortunate noob(!) to be spotted in Vogue's feature: "Party like an animal today!".

I missed this week's Desperate Housewives on tv! And I'll be missing another 2 weeks worth of conniving plots! Noooo... That's worse than.. not eating cereal for a day.

Let's go for sushi everyone :D With the money I don't have for sushi... I will be so broke when I get back from the trip, I'll have to start rationing out my food intake to save money. Must.. not... eat... unnecessarily. Eat only when awake hungry.

I am starting to feel my dark rings darkening around my eyes. I know you think that I think you think I'm lying, but the feeling's actually quite real. I'm not kidding!

I don't know when I'll start packing, I probably won't until I start freaking out because I don't have enough time to organize the load and it's too late to buy anything else I might need e.g. a jacket or a mop. I borrowed a friend's giant 60 liter backpack, so I will either look like a lost tourist with my entire house on my shoulders, or Kronk running around the jungle with Yzma saddled on his back.

My Internet sharing woes are now a thing of the past! The wonderful feeling of relief is still sinking in. My housemates and I bought a switch from an ex-housemate's friend and now we can all be busy utilizing the slow but what-to-do connection at the same time. I can fall asleep while surfing and not feel guilty about hogging the modem again! After 6 months of troubleshooting! Wondersful.

I also bought a Canon Powershot a540 the same day we got the switch. Doubley goodness, cherry on top. I can now take my own pictures without borrowing anyone else's cam :D It's a great relief too.

Okay, I am almost asleep. But I have to continue on my chicken dress. Oh! My ex-highschoolmate is married! She's my age, 20/21, and I think it was only recently that she tied the knot. Now I can finally declare that a friend my age is married...


A friend my age is marriedddd!