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Didn't sleep on the plane. We both played on Mario Bross. Who said video games are time consuming ? About 6 hours of playing to be a powerful plumber who's looking for the princess, capable of jumping very high and not being eaten by an army of monsters....

Singapore Airport . This is an endless, quiet, modern, trading, peace and clean airport. Everybody smile. Everybody's kind. And Me, I'm tired and lazy. Few hours, shops and stretch later. We're waiting for the flight to Sydney. Always the same bath of...

Here we are. Technology's everywhere. One screen in front of each seat, with a remote control (which is also a joypad). One pillow and one blanket for everyone. On my left, Helene. On my right, the porthole. Helene & I are in a plane to Sydney via Singapore....

What did I do since I started this diary ? People met, places visited, activities practised... A lot, a lot, a lot. Is it really necessary to mention all of them ? Parties, pubs, galleries, exhibitions, concerts, plays, movies, books, dinners, picnics,...

STOP loosing my fucking time on this blog ! I'm going to read my book. It is called "L'Oeuvre au noir". Its author is Marguerite Yourcenar. Obviously, Internet is... I don't find any translation of "chronophage"...

Everything's going so fast ! Urgency. I need to stab this fucking past ! Emergency. No big miracle to podcast ! Exigency. Work. Imagination. I've got it. Writing. Words in place of things. Lines set down a page as a cinematographic dream. Lines of words...

How earn a maximum of dough while blossoming myself, intellectually, artistically and emotionally speaking ? Everything else is litterature !

Since I've decided to write this diary in english, I'm less talkative. Writing in english compels me both to go straight to the point or to talk up a storm. Actually, the main goal of this diary is from now on to improve my english. I'm not really sure...

Yesterday, it was my father's birthday. Today it's my saint day. My father's first wife (and my mother) died 22 years ago. My father's second wife (my step mother for 15 years) is dead on the afternoon. Lo and behold.

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