Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Blank Doll smiles.

While running up the stairs, I suddenly thought of a line:


Think you I so intemperate to be swayed by the merest prick of sense?


I am sometimes speechless at my own behaviour or my thoughts. It is as if it were someone else and I but a familiar experiencing his sentiments and emotions though I exert no control over the body.


I have been really tired today. It does not bode well for tomorrow.


Dinner at Raffles Hotel tomorrow with my mother, let's hope that cheers me up.


Protegez-moi ou non. Ca m'egale maintenant.


C'est tout.

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