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People are starting to say "WTF YOU BROKE YOUR LEG?!" which I did not. Although I do think that if I did, it would be in a plaster cast and not encased in fabric. To be specific, fabric that makes my leg itch like a flesh habitat of mosquitoes. In fact, it is starting to be a very bad idea to take all the weight off my left leg, seeing that all the hopping around against everyone's shoulders is damaging it more than if I sprinted 4.2km on rollerblades and making my armpits ache.
I told Hsien last night that I have a macho complex. I'm still very much inherently female, only I hate to look weak. Two years ago, at OBS, I cried four out of the five days, one day because I was so terrified of heights, another day because I was going to be sick in my canoe, another day because I missed my watch - from all sorts of absolutely ridiculous reasons, and I hate that more than anything.
Anyway, Ailene and I were inspecting Bernie's Bobbert. We both decided, after little contemplation, that he was possibly more female than the both of us combined. So not in these words precisely. But that's okay, just like how I'm still on page 116 of Good Omens after three weeks is okay.
I NEED URGENTLY TO WATCH 2046 AGAIN.
I close my eyes and sometimes picture myself on the train heading toward 2046. I've got a two-way ticket but the train only goes one way. I threaten to sue them but they said I should have read the small print first. Just like that, the half-translated Chinese in my head, the urge to put my face close to the screen to get images faster than air, the Wong Kar Wai-ness of it all. Vincee, you really have to watch it some day.
posted by enveloping @ 6:15 PM
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