..."you should listen to yourself sometimes". And now that there is noone else but I to pay tolerant attention to what I say, it seems brash and brazen.
Not once, but twice then three times did I let things slide,
"You are a different demographic"
"American?"
"What do you mean Australians are racist, sexist and homophobic!?"
Without a love to count on, these words now stand unshrouded; ugly, sharp, upsetting, confronting. And now, like you said I should, I can listen to myself and be ashamed.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
drip...
Scattered?
No.
More like splattered.
I have dripped from forehead to toes to station platform. From cotton dress, synthetic bra, ill-chosen underwear and winter shoes (and socks).
What was I thinking doing yoga in a sun filled room with 10 other ladies when it was 32 degrees?
Despite the interminable flow, Hong Kong is pretty great.
No.
More like splattered.
I have dripped from forehead to toes to station platform. From cotton dress, synthetic bra, ill-chosen underwear and winter shoes (and socks).
What was I thinking doing yoga in a sun filled room with 10 other ladies when it was 32 degrees?
Despite the interminable flow, Hong Kong is pretty great.
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