Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Friday, September 03, 2004


He has a hundred different ways of:
saying I love you
of giving me surprises
being funny
pissing me off
making me feel odd
loving my family
feeling bad about something I did
eating a lot
saying sorry
driving in the traffic
waiting for me
fixing my food
and a lot more. . . .


Thanks for calling me. I know you really made an effort. I understand how hard it is to be in a platform where there are no telecommunication lines available. Mental telepathy really works. Until then... I'll see you in less than four weeks.

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