  urlLink departure lounge's jetlag dreams : this is something you want to listen to if -- i imagine -- you're on a plane to nowhere and you need to forget that there's a lover back home crying his or her heart out onto a soft polyester cushion. makes you just a little bit tourist-haughty, like if you were an american touring singapore or something if the climate hasn't already defeated your spirits. about yesterday's post on wing han: well, actually it doesn't sound as bad as it really is. my former footballing role was left-winger, and if you're playing with tennis balls you have got to cross (or deploy a kind of deft flick, as it usually is) a high, accurate, slow ball that you can chest to the floor and volley home without hurting your... you know... i wasn't, if i should put it this way, the consenting recipient.
but i remember she was always the leader of the girls, and her chinese was too whoa. hongkongers. our female centre striker. or left-side striker or right-side striker, i don't recall. or even cmf. that's a real ungirl girl for you. 
