An eventful few weeks
July has been an eventful month so far. A quick recap:
- Italy won the World Cup on 9th of July in penalties against France. Hooray!! My (second) team!! It Had to win.. the last time it won the World Cup was in 1982, the year I was born, it was destined to win again this year. I knew there was a reason for me to support it!
- My housemate left the house and the country for good, the end of an era
- My ex-housemate and old friend returned to London and moved in—is my life going round in circles?
- I turned 24
- I went out for afternoon tea with a beautiful blue-green-eyed techie-geek boy who asked me out to dinner after the fact, but then didn't email back after I said I generally can't make weekdays
- An old friend of... more than 10 years now... visited London. YP and I had seen him last in Jan/Feb and we were bowled over by how he had matured into a fine young man then, and cousin J was equally well impressed. He improves every time I see him, and I'm filled with pride at how he's turned out (not that I had anything to do with it). Je suis content. And he has a girlfriend! I'm feeling my age... looking at him, I feel a deep sense of how much time has passed, and how far we've all come
- For the first time, I had a senses that maybe, just maybe 'Cavé' (my nickname for Caravaggio, a code name for the boy who reminds me of Caravaggio's 'Boy bitten by a lizard' in some angles) might be The One. It was the first time I had ever thought that someone might be The One, the first time that someone gave me a sense of hope that maybe my idea of "The One" wasn't some non-existent figment of my imagination, and that maybe, it might be possible for me to find him or her. Although, the circumstances being as hopeless as they are, it probably won't make a difference even if he were my perfect other half and soulmate
- My fan is spoilt. Very anti-climactic I know, but you have no idea how hot and stuffy it is for me here, and this is actually a crisis of tragic proportions! I have to get a new fan, otherwise, like Macbeth, e* shall sleep no more!
- Italy won the World Cup on 9th of July in penalties against France. Hooray!! My (second) team!! It Had to win.. the last time it won the World Cup was in 1982, the year I was born, it was destined to win again this year. I knew there was a reason for me to support it!
- My housemate left the house and the country for good, the end of an era
- My ex-housemate and old friend returned to London and moved in—is my life going round in circles?
- I turned 24
- I went out for afternoon tea with a beautiful blue-green-eyed techie-geek boy who asked me out to dinner after the fact, but then didn't email back after I said I generally can't make weekdays
- An old friend of... more than 10 years now... visited London. YP and I had seen him last in Jan/Feb and we were bowled over by how he had matured into a fine young man then, and cousin J was equally well impressed. He improves every time I see him, and I'm filled with pride at how he's turned out (not that I had anything to do with it). Je suis content. And he has a girlfriend! I'm feeling my age... looking at him, I feel a deep sense of how much time has passed, and how far we've all come
- For the first time, I had a senses that maybe, just maybe 'Cavé' (my nickname for Caravaggio, a code name for the boy who reminds me of Caravaggio's 'Boy bitten by a lizard' in some angles) might be The One. It was the first time I had ever thought that someone might be The One, the first time that someone gave me a sense of hope that maybe my idea of "The One" wasn't some non-existent figment of my imagination, and that maybe, it might be possible for me to find him or her. Although, the circumstances being as hopeless as they are, it probably won't make a difference even if he were my perfect other half and soulmate
- My fan is spoilt. Very anti-climactic I know, but you have no idea how hot and stuffy it is for me here, and this is actually a crisis of tragic proportions! I have to get a new fan, otherwise, like Macbeth, e* shall sleep no more!
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