I haven't blogged very much these days because there's only so much writing I can do in a day: the PhD (let's not talk about this), and the Daredevil fanfic that began as a fantasy that I indulge in, a story that I spin in my mind, before I fall asleep (I have been doing this since I was a kid), and which has since assumed a life of its own. It's ( Read more... )

My return, or trip back, to the UK has been fraught with tension, homesickness, despair, self-doubt, a loss of meaning, and a general feeling that I would rather be anywhere in the world but here ('here' denoting the place where I currently live), quite possibly by myself ( Read more... )

My resolve to submit one of the pieces that I wrote about Never Again to a rather reputable London-based literary journal did not last long. Perhaps it is the fatigue that I have felt for the whole day after a too-early start to the day: tennis at 8am at Paddington Recreation Grounds with someone who turned out to have also just left Cambridge, a ( Read more... )

I turned 32 yesterday to minimal fanfare, but with lots of quality time with my parents (especially my mother, but my father had to work in the morning) and a nice Rafael Nadal Wimbledon loss (which means that he will not be inching closer to Roger's grand slam total). After an hour of soggy tennis in the morning, my mom took me to a vegetarian ( Read more... )

WimbledonI haven't been writing about Roger Federer in a while because I've moved on from that crazy fangirl phase (thanks, friends, for sticking it through and tolerating my zillion entries about him), and because I have other things going on and no time to follow his matches all that closely. But this is Wimbledon; or rather, it was Wimbledon, ( Read more... )

Even if it doesn't work out with Thomas for whatever reason(s), there will be significant positives to take from it. Self-improvement, for one; or rather, a conscious self-reflexive effort to lower, if not completely drop, my defences, in order to trust my early intuition about the kind of person that he is, and to trust in the person that he's ( Read more... )

It's 7am and I'm out of bed, having a bowl of what's fast becoming my favourite muesli (Sainsbury's freedom from fruit and nut muesli with soy milk and soy yogurt), some black coffee, and writing this. Before I got out of bed, I found myself wide awake at 3am. I slept for an hour from 5 to 6, and then finally gave up ( Read more... )

I have not written much about the other things that have been going on in my life because I have been too preoccupied by the things that I have written about in some private entries (which, obviously, I will not rehash here). A lot has happened over the past week or so, so much so that John was surprised by how composed I looked when I went to ( Read more... )

The day trip to Ely did not happen after all. Don't get me wrong; things initially went according to plan. We met at 2.30pm at the plodge, walked to the train station with a stop at Cha Time for bubble tea (it was the eve of Chinese New Year; allow me indulgences such as spending fucking GBP3.45 on bubble tea), bought tickets to Ely that cost GBP2 ( Read more... )

'You have a special place in my heart,' he said ( Read more... )