The short cruise

Day by day i tend to forget about it. Short stint with you was a mind blowing epicery of a life time. short but short. At first it was never long. I never look back upon what was i before. All the people whom i've met over the short trip always ask the same questionnaire. "Don't you missed it?".

The path from there has never been as good. But to keep day goes by was a must to let it go. the decision made was by me. I never wanted to leave. But the concuring situation which met the current proposition has led to a seemingly utterly un-disclosed accounts. To be away from this, that and that was merely an excuse. I had to leave. I had to go. There is nothing which can be done there. No more. Was i just too young to realize the possiblities of what might i have become the day i decided to stay longer. but for how long?

The dream of europe still yawns. from every puff. from every trip and post & pre sleep.

The cold breeze of the gale still strips through the long lost mullet.

A Reluctant Protogomistic Leap

There were times when the bear hibernate for not being able to hunt during the stormy monsoon of November. Even the Goshawk falcon migrated from the South to the North during the pre spring showers. This may have no effect on any operational being. Bragging on the analactical statistics will never be any good to anyone. In a way, such figures or direction or movements will may not have certain impacts towards the bear and the falcon. One can get down stairs by going up, going straight or going back. One can get up using the same way down.

For those who preach to a bird will never succeed. For those who preach for the way will never be true. For those who cross the river will get to the otherside of the river. For them who speak for one soul will always be born. To jog accross the lake will take 4 minutes and the way back to the starting point will take 4.5 minutes. 30 seconds of a minute will be more than enough for one to shower during the jerking cold of the siberian beauty. If you take more you will die of high blood pressure or in other words, your lungs will overpummed your hair of blood vessels.

The tigers are still a sleep in the deep dream of yesterday. The old and ancient stories about its great hunters, its large land-marked and its breed. They do nothing unless the panther enters it terratory and they will try to reap the panther's heart. But its non sharpen claw will never leave a mark. The panther is much faster than a tiger. Its diverted maneuver is a very special gift after many years being more nomadic than the tiger. In a way, taming a tiger is easier than taming a panther. A panther is more versatile than the tiger. The tiger is historic and melodramatic. Every stripe of a tiger will have its own story. Just like everything else. A story is written right on our backs. As for the panther, its claws and its teeth will tell more about a panther. How do we tell?

The act of sleep was formed since the start of time and it will end by the end of time. Have you seen the straight line of time? If you have, you will never see the beginning point and the end point. As if time is circular. To ask, does 360 degrees mean anything to the wise men or women of earth? If no. If yes. That is the whole point of the question which brings the unparalleled of the new formed brood between the past and the future.

To sleep its easy but to dream is easier.

My own memory.

Dubiously speaking, the rain has not been shattering the ancient concrete jungle of ours for the past 2 weeks. Ironically, the trees along the Rue St. Rouen are standing still and people who live or work around the arrondisment can still enjoy the cloud of green from the ancient Andasonia tree which was brought from Madagascar during the first quarter of the french colonial period then. Shady, calm and soothing.

At 6 a.m everyday, all 24 benches along the streets will be occupied by at least a person (per bench) waiting for their carpool. During lunch time, all 24 benches along the street will be occupied by news reader, sandwich eater, coffee drinker and a club smoker. In between 5-7 pm, the pavement along the road will be busy with bustling bankers, accountants, secreteriats, underwriters, brokers and all corporate associates. Local council personnels will do what needs to be done at 9pm. The street will be fast asleep at 11pm.

There are practically nothing there at night. The bureaus close mainly at 7. The bakery close at 8 and the kiosk close at 9. Most of the activities along the road will be at Rue Quelquechose, which is 2 minutes away from St. Rouen. The nearest Metro is 5 minutes away from Rue Quelqueschose.

The 250 metres strech of road is the best place in this overpopulated city. No one is allowed to park their cars or mopeds along the road. Unlike other streets in the city, people tend to park anywhere they desire. Here, you can see a wider sight of movements. The first is from your side of the road and the second is from the other side of the road. Both sides of the road are full with buildings over 15 story. 80% of the verticle structures along the streets are apartment complex, 10% are trees, 5% are lamp posts, 4% are signboards and the remaining percentage is a post box.

Trek to the Cave

of the tunnel you can smell the fumes of burned Kerosene. The weather was cold as if you bathe at 9 p.m. on a windy and rainy evening. The flight was a long one, fortunately the 3 shots of smashed panadols aided me to sleep for a good 13 hours. After neglecting the freshly microwav-ed pickled salmon, a bowl of instant mushroom soup and 3 slices of toasted aubergine, it has caused a minor drowsiness in between the stomach and the pancreatic duct.

The airport is gross. Larger than Charles De Gaulle nor Schipol. The paints off the wall are ripping off.The water-based paint on wall were bold and urid. The direct intense of 600 watt artificial lights and non stop air conditioning may have developed the non-long lasting susbtance to make the airport look warm and welcoming.

Along the way to the customs, the security activities in the airport was moving. You can see atleast two pieces of Hockler and Koch at every corner. The security measure is so tight, you can never find a dustbin to throw away the empty bottles from the plane.

Along the way towards the exit, the sound of words began to increase by every 5 footsteps. The weather too are getting nippier. Outside the airport, the movement was passive. People seems to be indecisive. They even look illusive. Waiting for the loved ones to arrive at the arrivals gate. A mini white board is tucked by the hand of almost everyone and a hand written name will be marked on the mini white board.

The first taste of a burned tobacco after the 13 hours flight was a short stint of stupefaction. The sour taste of orange juice actified the nerves which controls the eye lids. The noise outside the airport is much louder. Sound of words, sound of tonks, sound of cumbustioning engine and high pitch sound of the planes flying above the airport. There was no direct sunlight. It was cold. Everybody's mouth produced condensed breath. Everyone. The moment was jovial.

Preface/Introduction: Methodolgy

D'abord : da-bor

at first

Comme dans une film : kom-dance-uun-fi-lem

: like in a movie

mooted by the sound of fan chirping like an endothermic Scalet Robin.