26.11.07
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12.11.07
Lebanon
The remaining skeletons of the buildings stand withering, in the eastern sunlight.
The blue sky of many summers scratches away at what remains.
There is no help, there is only a numb version of hope that weighs down senselessly.
A land of unctuous honey and cedar is forced to give up its honest tears
Fictional beliefs create invisible but strong walls to divide love.
A clueless bystander musters a well of empathy, that only looks like a grain of salt.
It serves as a channel for more who have few clues of their own.
So you feel bad. But what are you Really going to do about it?
And on the homefront we are still fighting about money.
The blue sky of many summers scratches away at what remains.
There is no help, there is only a numb version of hope that weighs down senselessly.
A land of unctuous honey and cedar is forced to give up its honest tears
Fictional beliefs create invisible but strong walls to divide love.
A clueless bystander musters a well of empathy, that only looks like a grain of salt.
It serves as a channel for more who have few clues of their own.
So you feel bad. But what are you Really going to do about it?
And on the homefront we are still fighting about money.
10.11.07
A long day and a gust of wind.
Man I love belgium...
If I want to get the new Simpsons Video game in English, i have to go to the north of the country where they speak dutch. And no, I cannot get it in Brussels, which is technically supposed to be bilingual.
Yesterday i walked home from an exhausting day romping around town. It started off with a french class, where the teacher insists that I read aloud for about 2 hours of the 3 hour long class. This inevitably goes wrong because as the class starts at 9:15, I have had to wake up at 8:00 and therefore had a lot less sleep than I usually get with my 10:30 lie ins. In other words I missread every second sentence because I'm half asleep, and of course this means she's correcting me every other sentence as well. But I am to tired to care, so I sludge on through unending french tongue twistery words, and make it to the end of a tiresome written for textbook essay on "Mondialisation".
Then i decided to go shopping, this is a less fun than it sounds, as headache and stomach ache settle in together. Nonetheless I buy two interesting books "Puplum" by Amelie Nothomb and A guide to tractors in Ukrainian by some Ukranian Author.
Then I have illustration class, which always gets me very inspired for the hours after but sadly not lasting till the next week. She critiques my drawings somewhat too harshly, notes my nearly bursting out to tears face, and in a very round about way, with lots of a fancy french words tells me to suck it in.
So yes after this day of 12 hours of standing, walking, consuming and learning i trudge back to my dorm. Suddenly though there is this extraordinary gust of wind that blows through the late autumn sky. Its already 6 and its already very dark but something about this win that blows through the half naked trees, something about the exact temperature hitting my nose at the right angle, reminded me of a moment. A moment from my youth, maybe early teens. Something romantic about it, something enchanting and it made me happy and sad.
It was wonderfull.
If I want to get the new Simpsons Video game in English, i have to go to the north of the country where they speak dutch. And no, I cannot get it in Brussels, which is technically supposed to be bilingual.
Yesterday i walked home from an exhausting day romping around town. It started off with a french class, where the teacher insists that I read aloud for about 2 hours of the 3 hour long class. This inevitably goes wrong because as the class starts at 9:15, I have had to wake up at 8:00 and therefore had a lot less sleep than I usually get with my 10:30 lie ins. In other words I missread every second sentence because I'm half asleep, and of course this means she's correcting me every other sentence as well. But I am to tired to care, so I sludge on through unending french tongue twistery words, and make it to the end of a tiresome written for textbook essay on "Mondialisation".
Then i decided to go shopping, this is a less fun than it sounds, as headache and stomach ache settle in together. Nonetheless I buy two interesting books "Puplum" by Amelie Nothomb and A guide to tractors in Ukrainian by some Ukranian Author.
Then I have illustration class, which always gets me very inspired for the hours after but sadly not lasting till the next week. She critiques my drawings somewhat too harshly, notes my nearly bursting out to tears face, and in a very round about way, with lots of a fancy french words tells me to suck it in.
So yes after this day of 12 hours of standing, walking, consuming and learning i trudge back to my dorm. Suddenly though there is this extraordinary gust of wind that blows through the late autumn sky. Its already 6 and its already very dark but something about this win that blows through the half naked trees, something about the exact temperature hitting my nose at the right angle, reminded me of a moment. A moment from my youth, maybe early teens. Something romantic about it, something enchanting and it made me happy and sad.
It was wonderfull.
9.11.07
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