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anyway... ~ May 22, 2003 - 10:38 p.m. how often do I start an entry by talking about how tired I am? well, it's true. johanna and I met up, for the first time this week because I've been hiding out to finish my CV. which is what they call a resume over here. my speech is full of english-isms these days. you don't hear a whole lot of american english in this part of the world. but I had a shaking experience on my way to meet johanna. riding my motorbike down the road, I passed two guys trying to revive a third who was not moving. and they looked kind of panicked, and they were pressing on his chest, but they were sitting him up, which was just all wrong. because once I'd passed them, I could see what had happened. their truck was stopped in the middle of the road, a pile of fancy furniture in the back. and in the roadway was a sofa. he'd been sitting on that pile of furniture, the way they do here, in the land before safety. and he'd fallen off the truck. and he was not moving. and I didn't know if I could go back. if I should. and I couldn't imagine what I'd do if I did. you can't just call 911 here. and I've been trained in CPR-- I just put that item on my CV-- but it's been years. and I didn't know but that I'd do more harm than good. and with what they were doing to him, if his life was endangered, he was probably already dead. and I was shaking. and all the way to johanna's I kept thinking should I have gone back? but she agreed. that there probably wasn't much I could have done. and the hospital was nearby. and so. so we went on with our lives. got massages at the place I like to go with the blind masseuses. although my guy wasn't strong enough for the way my shoulder's been acting up, and johanna's was too strong. but we'll go to the sauna on saturday, and maybe I'll get another massage then. and then we went out to eat at this rastafarian joint (ever seen an asian rasta? they're adorable...) where they have lots of good veggie options. I had green curry, and we talked. mostly I talked. told her about my adventures of the week. went off on a long tangent about my ex. then I dropped her at lao boy's corner, so he could give her a ride home. she won't let me take her when it's late, too far out of my way, and anyway it's business for lao boy, which he can use. I wonder what they talked about, on the way to naxay. he'll probably be there when I get done here. out on the corner. and I'll tell him again, no, tonight cannot. but tomorrow. I've made a date with him for tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it. we talked last night, and the way he was looking at me just melted me. I'm beginning to let myself believe that he really does like me, that he's not just looking for someone to fuck. there's a banner ad at the top of the page that says "how many communion wafers do you have to eat before you consume one whole Christ?" I kinda dig it.
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