Diary Post

Diary Post 8-5-12

Today, I woke up to Honghan's enthusiastic screams celebrating South Korea's first goal against Great Britain. Still half asleep, I grabbed a chair and joined on watching the Olympics game and cheering for our players. Today's victory was a pleasant surprise and my lack of expectation made it even better. I hope the Korean team will seize a medal to get themselves exempt from mandatory servitude in the army.

Then Edward came over and we went to get late lunch at Chipotle. My indecisiveness put me into dilemma when choosing between steak and chicken. Curiosity won out and for the first time I tried chicken. It was not all that good but it would be selfish of me to expect a delectable meal from a fastfood franchise. The rationalization made me feel ok munching on the mediocre burrito.

Then I napped. I had a weird dream of conversing with my Southeast Asian Studies professor. I guess I have been insecure about my recent submission of paper on K-pop's influence on Southeast Asia.

Amy and Mia's visit interrupted my short slumber. Hi guys. We drank as if drinking is not illegal. Honghan and Mia got competitive against each other and Mia lost. Or for the sake of euphemism I guess I could say Honghan won. Both were plastered and Mia artistically verified her loss by spraying puddles of fluid from her gastrointestical tract. Shit, the microbiology class is fucking with my diction.

Here I am now, pondering on life again. Lack of choice kills me, and having no control over life's unfolding makes me irate. Ah. I am shattered.