well, bungee jumping taught me quite a few things:
1. when you've resigned yourself to death, nothing scares you anymore. after all, you're going to die. who cares?
2. the best motivation to do anything foolishly and completely unecessarily brave, is the fact that you'll look like a total wuss in front of a lot of people if you chicken out, particularly if everyone's already applauding your bravado.
3. things are a lot easier to deal with if you cannot see very clearly. it's much easier to plunge if you're only seeing a vague patch of blue and green (actually hills and a river in between) with not much depth perspective (83 freaking metres. thats more than 30 storeys high, people). it would have been less nerve-wrecking though, if the guy who hooked me up (haha) used more reliable equipment than scotch tape and a totally cheap looking climbing hook, and stopped asking me to remember to smile at the camera when i plunged.
4. china has pretty girls and cute fat babies aplenty. boys, start flocking to china. i swear to god.

okay so, while trying to talk to the tour guide in faltering mandarin and trying to ignore her supressed smile, i pointed to the hill opposite and asked if it was bungee jumping. she said yes, so i started getting quite enthusiastic. probably to hao lian a bit, i didn't have the slightest intention to jump off it. then it gained momentum, people started cheering, and before i knew it, i was at the ticketing booth. and then my glasses got taken away and before i could fake a stomachache and run off to the toilet to get my legs to form back into a remotely solid structure, i was tipping myself off the platform, remembering to smile at the photographer. and because that rushing feeling of nausea is coming back, i'm not going to blog anymore. i hope you had fun reading this monologue.

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