I bought a new pair of shades.

I like it. It's huge and black, and protects me not only from the sun but from almost everyone.

It's like a protective shield, keeping bad karma away from me.

Or at least I hope.

I'm bringing it to Hanoi with me. A tourist in shades, nothing strange about that.


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Speaking of bad karma, I've enough of it.

Somebody buy me a four-leaved clover, give me crystals or something, I need more than a healthy dose of good karma to shower upon me.

I slipped and fell right on my bum today. At home.

I went out to shop for my trip and busted one of my toes against a table corner in the store.

Maybe it could have been worse.

I could have slipped and fractured a bone, busted my toe and contracted tetanus.

Positive thinking at work, everyone.


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Did I say that I'd also bought a thin scarf from Topshop just for the fun of it?

It's striped, and very Brit-looking, and no prizes for guessing, but I'm bringing it to Hanoi with me.

Now all I have to do is to figure out a plot to keep my travel-mates with me until the last day of my existence in Vietnam. *scratches chin*


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I won't talk about the last few weeks, or how muted I've become.

I won't talk about that night when my tear-ducts took ownership and ruled over me after a few cups of wine.

I won't talk about the extent of damage that I've potentially done to my reputation in the workplace as a result of the above.

I won't talk about what a loser I've become. To people who know me intimately enough. To myself, even.

I won't talk about me. Or you. No I won't.