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Feb. 28th, 2005

11:15 pm - OMGZ FREEDOM!!!

so today was my last day of work...

for those who don't know, i've been working for that internet start-up/bank/company called egg for nearly 3 years. it never really
worked, and well, we shut down, so basically everybody is being laid off.
bad side is, like, i don't have a job...
good side is, well, i'm on holidays :)

i thought today would be a bit more emotional. but really, it was just like every other day. i arrived at work this morning and found myself doing the same things as every morning. then i went to have lunch at the chinese restaurant with one of my colleagues. then burnt my mp3's on a cd, and it was over. everybody was saying goodbye to one one another, in this very professional "see you around soon" kind of way.

oh yeah, i talked a bit with the security guy before leaving, asked him if he was staying or anything. he told me he'd been sitting some exam to work for the tax administration and was very hopeful about it. cool guy, hope he'll do ok :)

i celebrated a bit with philippe tonight, because, like, it's not everyday that it's your last day at work! :-D and going out on a monday is always cool :cool:
the wine was good :D

anyway... i'm unemployed and rather happy about it :D

Current Mood: excited

Current Music: air - playground love

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Dec. 11th, 2004

Oct. 18th, 2004

07:14 pm - Oh my God...

Am I getting emo? This question obsesses me right now, I have been asking it to myself since... since when?
Oh I think it all started on saturday morning. I was at the corner shop buying, you know, some food and stuff, when I saw this little cute green candle, and I just couldn't refrain and I bought it. There's worse: when I got home, I know it was daylight and stuff, I know I could find excuses like it was all because of the cigarette smell that really started to become obnoxious, but still I have to face it: I lit the candle. And I found it beautiful. I'm scared.
Not that I never had lit a candle. I used to light a few bunch of them every December 8 for the Illuminations in Lyon. That was like joining in a party, everyone had them in front of their windows. I even did it the first year I was in Paris, except that this time I was probably the only one in the entire city to have candles outside my window. No doubt, even before Saturday, I had my good share of candle lighting.
But Saturday was different. It's been to days now, and my candle is still burning. And I still find it beautilful. God, I'm scared. If only it could stop there, if only it could stop to candles! I wouldn't be proud of it, of course, but I could cope with it I think. I could hide it from my friends, keep it deep down for myself ; it would be alright. But I know it won't stop here. The days will go on, and I'll get more and more emo. Soon, maybe, I'll be moved by the song of a bird, I'll find pigeons endearing, I'll want to see Venice, I'll look at the halfmoon gently shining in the twilight. And what next? Read poetry by the seashore? Noooooooo!! I don't want it! I've got to do something to make it stop!!!!

I'll go kill my neighbour's cat. That should straighten up my brains... :D

Current Mood: silly

Current Music: elliott smith (from a basement on the hill)

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Oct. 15th, 2004

09:24 pm - oh boy...

Okay, I'm not sure where this is going. I'm not even sure if it's going anywhere actually. I've always been crap at keeping up journals. Probably because i don't believe in anything resembling spontaneous writing. Probably because I keep imagining people will read what I write, where an experienced writer would tell you that is rather a fortunate exception. Anyway I'll try to update this one regularly. And if I don't, well, I don't.

So this journal starts with a lie. I am not Skip James. Skip James was a bluesman born I don't know exactly when, say around 1900. He had that particular sound that every bluesman playing in the 1920's and 1930's had, and that every musician has failed to reproduce ever since. A straight, simple and yet immensely subtle sound, never indulging in any form of complacency. Of course, there was virtuosity going on. But there was more than that. There was sincerity in every note variation, there was measure in every movement. There was every hint of genius almost shamefully hidden, and yet lustfully unveiled. Everything I could say more about this would make me sound nostalgic, and I don't want to be nostalgic of a time I never knew.

This is said. I'm not Skip, but hey, whoever you are, I love you all the same...

Current Mood: sick

Current Music: shearwater (winged life)

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