Indochina was rolicking but i as I was scrambling around Angkor Wat, I missed Filament 2008, and I really wanted to be there!
Diarrhoea bombed at precisely the time I hit Tiesto's and Corsten's trance party.
It can't be happening all over again.
I fly for New York on Wednessday night. The night Man U plays their first Champions League final. In almost ten years.
If I win Dennis Bloodworth, I will miss Saturday's Gala Dinner. 400 guests. At the St. Regis. With Jose Ramos-Horta as Guest of Honour. Giving the $3 grand prize. Heck, even if I get third, I'll be missing quite possibly what would be the grandest dinner of my life.
And if I do win, Dad wants me to oblige the complimentary Bloomberg summer internship. Just when I am starting my career with MAD.
When it rains, it pours :(
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