Dear friends, please watch Vicky Cristina Barcelona if you haven’t already; it might just have all the answers to your problems. I should structure my life around the ideas that Woody Allen espouses in his films.

i.e. Vic if you are reading this - SORRY I succumbed and watched it without you but I rly couldn’t take it; we can watch something else instead. They showed the trailer of He’s Just Not That Into You before VCB and I suspect that that is one movie that I’ve really gotta catch.

Tonight I went clubbing (aiyah R you should have come it was notbadatall). I realised that the trick to properly enjoy clubbing is to have had sufficient sex prior such that whether or not you hook up when you club becomes inconsequential because you have had your fill. Having freed yourself from the burden of needing to hook up (i.e. by ridding self of desire), you are then free to enjoy a lot of other things that come along with clubbing, like the antics of ugly people, and your friends’ questionable taste in men.

All in all the weekend has passed decently, and I’d venture as far as to say that it has exceeded all expectations. Considering that I was a miserable lump of gloom on Friday evening. JoTay sorry for the eleventh hour pang-seh, I’ll take you out again soonest!

Oh wow it’s 5.36am the LRT just started operation; I should hit the sack before the mynahs start crowing.