Sunday, December 04, 2005
of cockroaches on buses and other resolutions

at long last, i see the light! and i will never eat on the bus again. there was a horrible, although admittedly small cockroach on the bus. i spent a full half-hour staring at it in morbid fascination, hoping it wouldn't come too close. when it scuttled towards me, i stifled a shriek and inched closer to the unfortunate fellow on my left. i'm afraid he thought i was interested in him or something even less likely; by the end of the trip, i was perilously close to him. in fact, had the cockroach flown towards me, i would have without a doubt, let out a girlish scream and trampled over the poor soul in a wild attempt to get off the bus. or maybe i would have played the damsel in distress. my feminism does not extend to fending off the unwanted attentions of a certain family of the animal kingdom by myself. anyway he was a chinese native. how do you say 'cockroach' in mandarin? i get the feeling it isn't chang1 ying2. maybe i would have shouted gui3 [ghost] and leapt into someone's lap. and we'll never know now, because i got off the bus before anything remotely too exciting happened.

incidentally, i fell desperately in love with a pair of purple pointy-toed heels, but nanz convinced me to buy the black pair instead. all right i admit they're beautiful. and not that painful. as compared to my pixie shoes, anyway. i can't believe the sheer torture i endured for the sake of wearing those shoes. i am still going to wear them, no matter what you say. i wonder what my mother will say when she gets home from england and sees them. or my sister, for that matter. i bet my mum will tell her to borrow them when she goes to work next year. ohhh well. they were my christmas present to me. i have zero self-control. this confession does not make them any less beautiful. because beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and nothing colours your vision like love.

this song brings me back to last year, and its heady euphoria. hand on your heart. once upon a time i believed that nothing is sadder in this realm than unrequited love. then i convinced myself that requited but impossible love was sadder. now i'm back to believing the former. it's probably the result of too many love songs and fantasy novels where heroines pine away forevermore. well i'm going to be the fairygodmother. the worst reality is having your greatest fantasy come true.
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