Archive for August, 2005

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August 2, 2005

From either route from the much-too-well-travelled Kemang Raya, on which my former otherwise excellent apartment fronted, and from which it leaked blazing sunrise sunlight and the amplified prayers of 5 (yes 5) neighborhood mosques five times every day, you will find this spectaculary unattractive gate with prominent address marker to three peaceful, very private, and utterly quiet villas.

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August 2, 2005

Hmm… where’s the security?

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August 2, 2005

from the driveway into the kitchen, where Tura toils from 2 until 8, and cooks up a dream. I had to let my apartment staff go, as the villa was already famously well-handled. ‘Twasn’t easy, but it had to be done.

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August 2, 2005

Out of the kitchen and through the dining room…

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That’s Joe out the patio doors on the ladder. he fixes everything, and it’s best not to watch him do it.

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There are fish under the clock at the back there. I hung some ocean waves in their corner — trying to keep the fish happy.

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out of the dining room, through the living room heading to a change of clothes through that sliding door in the back corner…

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Guess who sleeps here. Gotta get new pillowcases. That’s family on the wall…

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And it’s out to my corner office where all weekend, and most weekdays after work and after (or instead of) the gym, you’ll find me on the top step of the blue, or in my corner office also pictured, living the rest of my life that isn’t work.

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August 2, 2005

The backyard looking unlived in. Rest assured, it’s not.