Deborah Kerr

I love men, sometimes more than I love my own kind. I love how they focus on what they do. Once they figure out what they want, they don't play sitting on the fence. I especially love how they chase after women, once they know whom. In my opinion, women like to play games, but only because they get to determine the rules and when to bend them. I myself have no doubt been in that position.

I invented rules, then I kept pushing the envelope too, as if it must be a fun thing to do. I enjoyed the unpredictability of outcomes yet my control over them. I created a uniquely themed ride, I took a man with me, and we enjoyed ourselves like there were no tomorrow. I am able to say that there have been great memories. However, the past is now behind a stained glass, like in a Wong Kar-wai film.

He remembers those vanished years. As though looking throusth a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct. - In the Mood for Love (2000)

Some words I read before certainly did not register on my mind as they do now. I wish there is a way for me to conclude my story up till this point. But as I always warn Mike, your past will catch up with you.