psych test was physically draining. and satisfying too, the way it feels when you know exactly what you were writing about in the paper, especially when it was a concentrated knowledge and inquiry assessment. i feel like i could fall in love with school work soon. okay that'd be the one climax that i dread.

Downtown East barbeque chalet. sometimes i'm really impressed with my physical perseverance, especially in unrewarding things like a lone lost walk along Pasir Ris beach near midnight. hahaha so bloody irritated i wanted to bite myself. the night rocked on well into the morning. the sociable and charming me did it good despite not exactly knowing anyone there.

well i realized, after the chalet, that i'm so fortunate to have been here with all the love (platonic and romantic and academic) in the world, and that i'm also the quint-unfortunate to realize what's been on me too serious too late. the soul speak was orgasmic. i thought i knew myself. seems like i've never been to me.

here's a Crimson Tide quote, "we're here to preserve democracy, not to practise it." something to beautify my journalism bimbocy today so yup! by the way, while others are amassing oil and food stocks, S'pore wanna develop a sand reserves!