Carol

11 am. 床上醒來, 便開始看書 -- 這個假期雖然是much shortened, 但我還是滿有大志的.

讀罷一頁我就放棄了. ''我真係唔可以在一個充滿粵曲的環境*下睇呢本書呀.'' 我跟附近的妹說.
妹沒有回答.
'你聽唔聽到我講嘢呀?' 我以為佢已經回到自己的被窩. '伸返你個頭出嚟呀!'
'我有(伸)呀....' 她說. '我有答你 'uh-huh.' 咁架, 不過俾粵曲聲掩蓋咗.'

*習粵曲的母親, 如常晨早練歌, 開住一部笨笨的錄音機, 跟著在堂上錄起的集體歌聲起勢咁唱...

我還沒接受到...我已經永遠失去佢

入面的東西不知有什麼遭遇...會被掉到髒髒的地方去嗎? 會臭嗎? 會濕嗎?

點解每個人都要有具記念價值的東西去遺失呢.

trust

(email to 'Sigmund')
''you need to appreciate how much I trust you as I am telling you all this
...
O it is so embarrassing to tell. I can feel my throat muscle contracts.''

(email to 'Freud')
''it may sound scary n creepy n even disgustin but pls bear with me.
...
i cant believe i m tellin u this even now. ''