dream

1st of Feb, 2001ce* in: diary

Dreamer dream the dream. A Dream within a Dream within a Dream.
Last night and today I’ve realised that my dreams are getting very vivid. I can remember almost all of the occurrences in any one part of the dream, although its still hard to explain certain parts as they are not always visually remembered.
The main reason behind this recent spate of dreaming lucid is that I’ve only been sleeping during the day. Like some sort of nocturnal creature.

I have my theories but I would imagine the reasons why I sleep in the day boil down to one thing: I cant go on the Internet for free during the day time, just the evening.
I would imagine that a lot of people throughout the world are experiencing this, sleeping when it costs money to use the Internet. And its all the fault of our ISP’s, and government. How is the Internet going to change our world if people cant speak to each other as it costs too much money to do so at that time?
Of course, I’m in the UK so it might be free in other places, but come on BT.

And the dream? Well, it was a ghost story. Mixed with a tower block apartment style town, the shops were on the 30th floor. Odd. I also woke and slept inside the dream.
A Dream within a Dream within a Dream.

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bye bye

19th of Jan, 2001ce* in: diary

A sad day, Kiyo goes back to Japan to live once again. Bye Kiyo! See You when I’m in Tokyo!

We had several months of fun in London, I feel quite dull now, I’ll recover again when I get back to japan later this year.

I lost a damn film down at heathrow. Shit!

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paris trip 2 day 4

17th of Jan, 2001ce* in: diary

Woke a little late and had our lovely hotel breakfast. Paid up and went our separate ways. I was off to photograph the metro, Kiyo was off to do some more shopping.

We later met up and went to the Pompidu and toured the museum of modern art. Quite good that, refreshing for the eyes. And what tired eyes I had.
We later went to do some more touristy stuff and more shopping. A nice system in the CD shop, you just scan the CD at a listening post and the you can hear it. Clever.
We prepared for leaving and suddenly Kiyo wanted to eat oysters. We had eaten so much these past few days, I swear I’ve never eaten so much food. And I’ve probably never smoked this much either. When we are together we tend to eat, drink and smoke to excess! Anyway, she was like a hyperactive child after this massive meal. We got back to England and our pal rang us, ‘hi I’ve made dinner for you, come over’. more food. I was ready to burst at this point.

We had a really nice trip to France, I hope we can do it again sometime in the future.

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paris trip 2 day 3

16th of Jan, 2001ce* in: diary

Started off the day by travelling to the equivalent of Paris’ Ordaiba or Canary Wharf, what is essentially a business park, with tons of cash and architecture thrown in. I wanted to see La Defence Grande Arche. Its an amazing bit of work. This whole area is quite amazing. Enough to give your cramps in your neck.

Then it was on to one of Le Corbusier’s apartments, which was just down the road, but after a minor map reading error, took us one and a half hours to get to. When we got there, just 10% was visible, but we made that the best 10% of our day.

I later saw the Statue of Liberty. Small that. This miniature version is near the France Radio 1 station building which is also quite impressive.

Took a trip to Foundation Le Corbusier, a very nice house that was donated as the central place in the Le Corbusier Foundation. He made this house for someone [I had trouble reading the french leaflet] and its very hard to find, as we were told in a Japanese magazine [Casa] that it was no 8 to 10 Square Du Docteur-Blanche. It is no 10, but its not. I mean even on the leaflet it says no 10. But the road signs eventually informed us that it was in fact no 44. A woman told us in french also, which helped. To round off the day we went to the Arche De Triumph or Monum as the tickets say, and then did some more window shopping.
For dinner we visited a special restaurant, very posh etc. But, meals in France cost a fraction of what you pay in London so everything was fine and dandy.

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paris trip 2 day 2

15th of Jan, 2001ce* in: diary

Second day in Paris and we are starting to get used to this place. Everyone seems to speak English in the bars and cafes, and there sure are a lot of cafes to drink in. I don’t quite know how to describe the atmosphere but its very different to London. In London we have a lot of nice clubs to visit, especially in the Hoxton Sq and Old Street Area. In Paris there are so many restaurants, cafes and bars, you really are spoilt for choice.

We mainly shopped today. Went to see the Pompidou, closed. Went to see the Louvre, Closed. Went to see a few more things, all closed. Tuesday is the closed day in France. I wish I knew this before.

Did some more window shopping, decided to not go and see Le Corbusier’s Church the next day as we had planned for a few reasons, mainly that its 5 hours journey away. Kiyo, the girl I was traveling with really did want to see this as shes a really big Corbusier fan. Maybe I changed her mind, maybe she changed her mind. I dont know. So we planned to see some other Corbusier stuff the next day.

Some odd ball guy with lots of nose hair tried to sell us some binoculars. He couldn’t speak french or English, just Chinese. He left after we stared at his nose hair for too long.

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paris trip 2 day 1

14th of Jan, 2001ce* in: diary

After booking the tickets a few days earlier, and booking the hotel the night before, myself and a good friend decided to travel to Paris for a few days. This was essentially a late Christmas present for both of us.

Waking up at some un-godly hour we boarded the Eurostar and headed of to gay parie. Armed with some clothing, a few cameras and my school boy french, I’m sure we prepared ourselves with the maximum of disregard.

On the Eurostar we fell asleep and were woken by a curious three or four year old girl who just stared at us from the gap in between the seats. She didn’t care to speak. After half an hour or so of being stared at we tried to break the silence with a few questions, now my friend who I was travelling with is Japanese. The little girl found this highly curious and asked her why are you wearing make up?

Then proceeded to say hes got some spots.

After dumping our stuff at the hotel, we had a spot of lunch. Tried out my French. Failed. I’m glad everyone in Paris speaks English.
Went to see the Tour Eiffel. I didn’t know it had these amazing hydraulics for powering the lifts. Its quite a staggering place if you’ve invert seen it.
Got quite drunk

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Bah! Humbug!

31st of Dec, 2000ce* in: diary

Happy new year and all that. After spending a few days in Cornwall for my holidays I decided to leave again, I don’t know why… I really don’t. I planned to stay in Cornwall until the 3rd of January but just had to leave on the 29th.
I was stuck in a small town called Redruth with my Grandparents. The nearest friend to me on Christmas eve was a drastic 40 quid taxi fare away, and with no trains at this point, fun it was not. I should have stayed in a hotel.

One does not realise how small and quiet Cornwall can really be until you are away from it for such a long time. Every town I went to was utterly dead. Maybe I should have stayed and gone to Newquay for new years or something but I felt the need to come back up here and drink tea in my own house, eat when I want to and… use the Tube!

Last year I was in Kyoto and Tokyo at this time, it was a lot more special then. And this year too, I’ve bought nothing for nobody. Talk about bah humbug.

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mashed

4th of Dec, 2000ce* in: diary

Spent the weekend in Canterbury with my flatmate visiting an old friend. Truly a mash-up to be best forgotten. Hello to anyone who I met, excuse me for not remembering you!

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super powers

23rd of Nov, 2000ce* in: diary

Well, its been a week since my mingin cold started up. Only now has it died down enough to let me face a machine once again. I did take some medicine as it happens: salt in hot water, gargle for a few minutes, repeat. It will do your throat the world of good! [but the downside is that you feel like you’re 12 years old drowning at the seaside, we’ve all been through that… you know, when that mutha fucker wave comes and hits you pushing you back to shore with power enough to kill, getting dragged along the sandy beach floor thinking your going to die, being washed up on the beach in a foetal position with no swimming costume the whole beach staring at your cold naked body. Come on, we’ve all been there, right?

A good saying has come of the ill period though, one myself and my flatmate devised: hey, I’m not going back in time unless I can have special powers!

Maybe I need a stiff drink.

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head cold

13th of Nov, 2000ce* in: diary

Second day of my Cold. I’m not staying in bed, I’m not going to use any medicine. I will however try to live my life as normally as I can, go to work, go out.
Probably won’t get many people putting their faces near me.

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