JK is driving a big dyke bike up the Berch highway. I am riding pillion and trying not to fall off. I am clinging on to the black leather strap at the end of the seat. My body is horizontal, I don’t think my butt even touches the seat. My feet planted on the footrest, my thighs gripping the seat.
She turns on the leftmost lane, where no cars are. She drops me off and I go into the house. I am aiming for my bed because I am dizzy. I go down the stairs into the next room. It’s like the SCK house but with more floors. I realise I came in from the other entrance, my dizziness discombobulated me. So I’ve run through my room first, and into the kitchen instead.
Chi has seen me run in and laughs. I u-turn back to my room and run to my bed, where I collapse face down on some things I do not bother to clear away. JK is grinning at me because she knows I’m fine and she got to drive as she pleases. She asks me why I left (?) on her bed. There were two, and she’s sure one must be for her. Neither are, I explain. Terletak. But I have drugs instead if she wants. We are talking and making noise.
I am at home in my commune. We are all home. I leave JK and chi behind.
There is a main round table at the dining/conference area where I had put my stuff to chup, but while I was talking with JK some ppl dap toi and one person had put her things down right next to both of ours (bright pink plastic bag) and another old person in front of us.
I am talking and making noise. Misln and Dav from the next commune shout across the alley at me to keep quiet. I am upset but manage my feelings. I tell my housemates I am going to talk to them. I hope it doesn’t become a hostile confrontation but do not discount it might.
I cross the alley where one other person I know is. She gives me a rundown — there has been some animal abuse. The stray dogs from the next commune shelters were abused. Also (?) is upset because she was yelled at by her housemates (includes BSL). They had wanted to sleep in by 8pm, after commune spotcheck.
By 11 she came home to their room, the noise waking the two up. She’s done it before but they’ve not lost temper like this. Her feelings are hurt. She is with the calmer and nicer housemate. I ask this Chinese housemate if she regrets behaving this way to her friend. She says yes. I turn to my friend and say see, she is sorry for yelling at you. And I let them talk about coming home late. There is compromise, acknowledgement this is not how things go. i see she yelled at me because she was emotional about this. Misl!
I manja the dog. It really likes me. I think about how the next time I donate it should go to the shelter because this dog needs it. The neighbour tells me it fought. A small puppy emerges, the other dog’s kid.
Then I go to the next table under an umbrella. Tell her we know each other, what’s up. Why you yell? dav talks about her boyfriend / husband. She says I’ve slept with him more times than she has.
I’m not sure how that’s possible because I’ve only done it twice and they’re at it all the time. I wonder if it’s a misunderstanding or a complicated thing. There is a guessing game where she cannot guess the number (?).
She talks about the dog being abused which really upset her. I examine the box of my meds. No blood on them which means I didn’t bleed on them (?). She smiles and we hug. I realise she can’t help who she is. Also now I feel better.
Taiwanese oil to lubricate our door also makes it wheelchair unfriendly.
I am trying to help the conference. At first, I’m an excellent nearly-PA. There are some politicians there who notice me, but I ghost them. The event running smoothly is important to me. Politicians coming after me with praise or opportunity is counterintuitive.
But the last two sessions aren’t going as well. I am trying to cut ham and cheese and arrange crackers but the cheeses in the bag don’t look so good anymore by the end of the day, and not everyone can eat ham.
The event is taking place in another room, I am at the back in the courtyard trying to arrange the food, holding fanned out slices of ham in my hands. I may dislike these politicians but I still want them to have a good experience in this conference (forgot how i am related to conference).
I run to an opening and I see a small green coconut on the floor. A Chinese character is carved onto it, along with a diamond frame. There is a thick and short white fuse, it’s lit. Oh shit, a coconut bomb? I run. I see many more coconut bombs, fuses lit. There are also coconut bombs above me in the trees. I realise the conference is coming to an end, my ham cheese dilemma isn’t relevant anymore, and the bombs are fireworks set to go off as finale. I sprint.
I am in a car. We are approaching some shoplots.
I walk up the long and rainy staircase in my wedding dress. I hope I don’t slip. My husband might be gallant and sweep me off my feet, but the stairs is precarious. I hurry as I can so he doesn’t get any ideas about the attempt.
A dance studio is up on the 2nd/3rd floor. People I know are there.
I enter the door. A gay guy I know is conducting social dance classes for the people who remain behind for the conference. I look properly, eh, it’s JK in a blue sweater with blue rim glasses. She is sitting on wooden steps that run along the dance floor.
I get into the Hall. Greet some people. My husband might be joining us. Maybe he’ll stay in the car. I’m okay with either.