At my ripe old age of 30, I woke up this morning with a massive hangover that didn't fully subside until maybe after dinner. This hangover was caused by my going clubbing with Marc, a new Singaporean friend also at Magdalene that I made over the past few weeks, last night. We went to Kuda which had the huge advantage of being 7 minutes away from ( Read more... )

I didn't get into Oxford. I'm not ready to talk about this ( Read more... )

I guess I know myself 0% after all.
Don't know. Don't know. Don't want to know. Ignorance is bliss; that's why ostriches perpetually have their puny heads buried in sand.

I don't know. I can't say. My head hurts.

And: I wish you'd just, once and for all, go the fuck away.

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There's a very good reason why this journal has got incredibly impersonal ( Read more... )

The truth is, you're always going to mean more to me than what I mean to you. The nature of our relationship tricks me into thinking otherwise; but now, I know. And so I'm never, ever going to tell you the only true, honest thing that I've been lying to you about all this while. Don't disrupt the plan, right ( Read more... )

I woke up at 12.30 today and instantly felt the urge to watch Roger Federer play tennis. I re-watched his match against Djokovic until he bagged the third set, after which I played Elven Blood on Facebook before going to swim.
It's much easier to talk about inconsequential things like Roger and tennis so I'll just say that I don't remember why ( Read more... )

Oh my god, yay, Roger's playing the first semi-finals tonight which means I'll actually get to watch him play live for once! YAY! Hopefully it doesn't rain in New York; apparently they've been predicting rain or some shit which might move the semi's to tomorrow...and if that's the case, I won't be able to watch it live 'cause I have class at 9 ( Read more... )

I forced my mom to subscribe to the Sports package so that I can watch the US Open, and this morning I forced myself to get out of bed at TEN FRIGGING AM just to watch Roger play his first match of the tournament. (I meant to get up at 9 actually but obviously overslept.)
He was already up by two sets to love and I only got to watch him play for ( Read more... )

I just spent four hours watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics, all because it was directed by Zhang Yimou. My mom upgraded our cable TV box to the digital one just because I asked, innocuously, what time the opening ceremony was. According to her version, I explicitly said the words "I want to watch it", but I don't remember saying it ( Read more... )

 
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I can't watch any more videos of David's homecoming 'cause I kind of can't stop crying. I watched him sing Foo Fighters' My Hero at his high school a second time and I just started crying, and ever since last night I've been feeling weepy and at a loss for words because I can't think of anyone else I'd want to see having all his dreams come ( Read more... )