Thursday, February 24, 2011

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Getting desperate!

*click*click*click* There's no place like home, there's no place...

Paris is so, foreign. Do they arrange affaires for the strangers or just throw a big meet and greet?

Great doors and facades though.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I'm beginning to recognize some French

but of course, not to speak it.

Damn! I miss home!

The sound of english! I feel deaf and mute. Not paranoid. I don't think anyone's plotting against me. I doubt if they even notice me. Self-absorbed people, the french.

I look for ruby red slippers and can't find any.