Puzzel - sticky patch

Life becomes boring.
Steph's mother gave me a puzzel of 2000 pcs. I kill time with it.
Life is like a puzzel, you make it up, patch it since your birth.
One by one.
Some people can make it perfectly, some people gave up halfway.
On this path, we'll have certainly lots of difficulties to affront and to couquer. We have to seek the right direction and carry on from every error.
Till the last piece, when it finishs, that's called intact.

When I started the first piece, he said he'd be ready to take over the remaining 1999 pcs. He knows my patience...
But I know, I couldn't make it up alone myself, that's too depressing.

News

photo of Lyon



I didn't update my blog since more than one month and a half. Please see below as my excuses: I didn't have enough time (travelling, settle down in France, lots of administrations to do, cook, housekeeping...); Not easy to re-take my english, anyway I don't speak english anymore in France; I have no amaizing news to tell, life is so quiet in France.

But still want to leave somewords to show that I haven't given up here my blog, as well I didn't and won't give up my friends in Singapore.

I'm coming back.

Transition

Being in a very tough situation, everyone calls it "period of transition".

I quit my job, I'll leave the country where I just settled down, getting used and having friends. I don't know what will happen next, no security, no design for futur, I have to watch out every step then react.

This weekend I got lots of concerns from friends in Shanghai, reminding me of what Robert said by sms: "Lots of people around you are watching how high you're flying, but few of them really care how tired you're flying: they're called FRIENDS....". I got in touch with cry alone in MRT at that time. Friends tried to help me, even if hardly any they could do, their encourage is so appreciated and so helpful to me. I need and must carry on.

Conversation with parents by phone this morning, telling that they're also suffering from a transition, they have no friends in the new district where they just moved to, a road beside is so noisy even at night, my father is worrying about the loan, the old appartement is difficult to be sold....etc. I feel sad that I can do nothing to help, even I just quit the job.......but I'm sure this is just a transition to deal with, to wait, it cannot be like that all along.

It just could be as a transition.

Coffee! Café!

I'm leaving Singapore, in ten days. I made the quick decision, tender the resignation, inform friends, packing, and wait to leave. Friends called it "rush".
It's a rush or not, only I know myself.

I begin to arrange my stuffs in Singapore, so many! I have my clothing, my bicycle, my markup and perfum, my guitar, my lamps, books, CDs, bags, medication, as well as many items in daily use. Throw, give to friends, or take with me, I spent my days in choosing...

The time when Stéph came, he brought me lots of italian and french coffee, as well a very cute italian cafetière, I don't know how to deal with that. Of course I'll keep the cafetière, the coffee I'll share with my friends.

Coffee is good.
Sharing coffee with friend is much better.
I invite you to have coffee in my place, that's the BEST.
Will you come?

A sentence

I promise Betty to write down this sentence to summarize our nice talking tonight, in memory of the days shared with my best friend in Singapore, Ms. Betty Francesca Saragih. Thank you for all the things you're sharing with me during the six months.

"Enjoy your each trafic light in your life, whatever it's green, red, yellow, or even purple."


PS. Purple means something that you really didn't expect...

12/08/08

Today

Since we've made the decision, I'll try to be more brave, more optimistic, living here and waiting for you.