despite a wretched eye


the worse thing about the Inconveniently Sore Eye is that i cannot go and run. but i really want to run. and run. and run.

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s is getting married on saturday so the office had dinner at indochine - conversation was very light-hearted and open; i told s ( a french girl with a vespa) that i listen to air and francoise hardy and i learnt that the french don't pronounce the 'h' and i asked about charlotte gainsbourg's cd which i haven't heard and she says it is very nice and tells me about serge gainsbourg; and i learnt that y wants to go to prague because of kafka and his meloncholy; and e told us the story of how her father reinvented the milo formula for the company to make it good - it originally wasn't so - and then drinks later at a cuban pub at clarke quay with live music that was too loud so we could only talk during intervals - okay now! thirty seconds -and s was surprised i drink beer; and there was a stoned indian family with three daughters on holiday staring into space, unreactive to the enthusiastic cuban musicians on stage - the thing about the music is, s said, it all sounds the same. and i nod and stare at a pop-up map of cuba on the wall with my black bespectacled 'schoolteacher-ish' eyes. and i love the company of these people - so real, uninhibited and candid.

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i must work smartly, hard-ly and sensitively.

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it is all a miracle. not on my own will, ever.

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ee jie is back = good homecooked food

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zooey d. with a wooden heart in a previous lula spread

i picked up a copy of RUSSH and although it is australian it is very pretty and good. i didn't buy nylon because it's the myspace issue and i am fairly irritated with that. also, lula is nice to browse through. the next issue is out in september.