Let us lay down the cards
On the stretch of whole ten yards
What is left of plans and thoughts
Are simple, plain distraughts.
- TrapT


Card No. 1: You work hard, you party harder.

I suppose I could be poetic about plans gone - going wrong. Distraughting, indeed. People who suffer write better anyway.

So, the boys favour the seniors over us which leaves us with minimal male security on a night out in a club. One or more girls are forced into the wrong end of the decision and therefore most likely opt out. So ... with less then 5 fingers, I have ... hmm ... 4 people I know who are now interested - all girls. I reckon there'd be random people I don't know going. Then again, what choice have I got? I am, however, hoping I'd meet good, interesting people.


Card No. 2: Be bitter about bad, boring plan.

I wouldn't call the plan so much so as 'bad' or 'boring'. But, it just seems to fit into a nice phrase with the alliterations. And, it wouldn't hurt if there're some literary devices used in the writing. After all, I did do A-Level Literature. Digressing.

I wonder, though, if I'm over-reacting to the absence of boys in these outings we've had so far. We've been out together in total of 1 time in 9 academic weeks. We're sitting sepearately during lunch. They're cancelling on us for plans. Now, they don't want to party with us! No - don't think I'm over-reacting. Probably just a little bitter. Who wouldn't be?

Card No. 3: Make new plans.

Christmas? New Year's Eve?

It's New Year's Eve - so far. Since cover charges would be mad and you don't exactly imagine yourself getting drunk before you enter a club to spare yourself the trouble of splurging on double-priced shots, we'd just do the partying ourselves in some corner of someone's house - whoever is willing to host us.

Even - that - would be subject to further alterations as far as experiences can tell. So, I'm not doing the expecting this time. It's distressing and distraughting. I'll just let someone else figure out what to do.

Card No. 4: Stop making plans.

The truth is, I'm not all that keen on partying plans. Work. Then again, this would mean card no. 4 contradicts card no. 1. So, rephrase:

The truth is, I don't have a card no. 4 unless you count random plans like eating dim sum, buying a couple of books (I'd be missing the Pay Less Warehouse Sale in Subang) and preparing for exams. But, beggars can't be choosers, can they?

The other truth is, since I don't exactly have card no. 4, a substantial one anyway, I'm just going on rambling because rambling's more attractive in every possible way than the open Contract Module in front of me. But, work is work. You've got to work before you party. Question: Since, it's possible there's no party plans tomorrow, why bother working?
Answer: I have Sunitha for contract tomorrow.



Cheerio.

[[ music ]] Robbie Williams - Eternity
[[ book ]] A.S. Byatt - The Virgin in the Garden
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Had a really, really, really good day.


Cheerios.

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Here I am, deprived of good theater. And there in London, someone I know watched Carmen - the opera - LIVE.
Talk about fairness ...

SIGH ...

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It's probably true to say that the easiest way to willful self-destruction (apart from the already famed drugs) is living alone. Don't bother asking how and why.

So, I asked again about new year plans and although there is one kind soul offering her humble abode, no one's really bothered about it. Since no one is, I shan't be bothered as well. And, I am most unwilling to settle for a quiet dinner at an expensive restaurant. How different would that be from rejecting a party invitation? But, that's really just cause I'm quite broke. Self-destruction, like I said.

Any form of consolation would have to come after all the celebration and silly drinking. Plays. Theaters. Expensive restaurants. Colourful Cocktails. Shopping. All of the above when I am less broke.

For now, I'll settle for nothing.

[[ music ]] Bon Jovi - Living on a Prayer
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