… You know the rest.
Travelling to the United States requires an unhealthy amount of kiasu-planning:
I have researched the addresses of certain Hollywood Stars on the Walk of Fame; everyone else I will leave to coincidence.
Paper and a camera will be my constant companions – I want to be prepared when I see Lindsay Lohan or [...]
Such are the reasons for late-night activity (sparked by a very similar entry):
2 am + 9 am = seven hours of sleep + I’m not a total bum.
Wet hair.
Talkative (and extremely audible) neighbours.
Depression over Roger Federer’s loss – thank goodness it’s still the round-robin stage.
Mood music.
The usual midnight contemplation.
I’m bugsy – in Quayspeak, that means ‘bored’. Dad forbids us from using the ‘B’ word on holidays, so we concocted several pseudonyms – ‘bugsy’ and ‘Beckham’ are our favourites.
Now that there is no need for academic researching and writing, my life has lost its purpose! I don’t know what to do with all this [...]
