Saturday, December 1, 2007
Scented candles are taking up my oxygen...
That's what they look like. Credit to Sei Youn, Yumiko and Ji Young for buying me 'hot chocolate' and 'white tea and jasmine'. My room smells so edible...
Got out my button-up long-sleeved shirt with my elephantine jeans that my mom had to pinch together via needle and thread to prevent it from falling down and went with my mom to Bonifacio High Street to eat pasta and tenderloin.
Strangely elated feeling. I don't know if my mom knows this, but it was the first time she ever told me that I was supposed to have been a boy. Of course, it wasn't as crude as that, but she had never told me in person that I was the child born out of necessity to please a particularly demanding grandmother. My sister did that job for me. But I never knew before that I was an unwanted child. It was shocking for a split second - shocking, but never infuriating for a moment. I felt worse for my mom because of the trouble she had to go through with me as the antichrist of all children (I was loud, pretty obnoxious, and got told off by a bunch of teachers as a kid), and made me all the more happy that she was comfortable enough with me to tell me that.
Maybe it's the effect of the candles. They're so good...
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