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all is well

I had a really good birthday celebration last night in Hongdae with my cousin and some friends. I drank a little too many shots and I have quite the headache this morning. I didn't get rip-roaring drunk. I just do the buzz these days. But mixing drinks does my head in.

I have a Korean roommate and a French roommate here in Gangnam. They are both very cool. My situation has improved dramatically! Rami might even teach me a bit of French.

I am off to the Coex Mall to get some new glasses. I live two stops from this huge hip mall with lots of international food. Coex Mall also houses the Apple Store for Seoul.

Fate? Shit I don't know. But after so many coincidences it's hard not to believe something is at work. It's hard to seperate subjective experiences. But in the end it really doesn't matter if fate is an objective fact. Subjective fate is still fate.

Gotta go do some after grog bog now.

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JWG said…
good to hear things are looking up

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