Short one this time. Murray's out of Wimbledon, not that it wasn't expected, I doubt he'll ever go the distance, like most British sportsmen. Anyway, I'm finally on holiday, so I have 7 weeks of doing nothing and two weeks of visiting North America.

Well this is just peachy, hayfever, Wimbledon rush and now my nose has been smashed in by a cricket ball. Will things get better for me? Will my life finally turn over a new leaf? Who knows. Holidays are around the corner and I'm going to see Spamalot this weekend. But will it be worth the wait? Find out next time only on Oriental_Jams' Blog o' Wonder.

The horror. What may seem as harmless fun to the people trekking across the land to come and view the greatest tennis spectacle on Earth is really, really detrimental to my quality of life (maybe I'm selfish but frankly I couldn't give a crap about any of the poor citizens having to walk an extra hundred yards instead of stealing my parking spot :evil:). The already shoddy traffic circulation that Wimbledon pumps through its veins is now set upon even more with traffic now slowing to around -10mph. I suppose I could've rented out the house, but I don't want anyone prodding my things, so that's obviously out of the question. Ah well, I suppose I could sooth my troubles with a bowl of strawberries and cream. Except I don't have any strawberries. Or cream. Oh well, tepid coke'll do.

Unnecessary in every way I have wasted a good week of my life worrying through my internal exams. Had a couple of public ones this year (the ones that hold a vague piece of meaning for later life) but those just faded into the background. Seriously too much emphasis is being put on the internal ones here. Anyway I guess that the end of my rant on that. I suppose I can look forward to touring North America (Toronto, New York and Washington D.C.) in a couple of months, who knows, maybe I'll bump into one of you :).

Well, been a long time viewer of articles, but then that forum button started looking awful appetising so we ended up here. Now it is consuming my life little by little, soon I will be nothing more than a weird husk of a being. Ah well, I guess it begins here.