yet another late night, and i crawl back to bed without taking off my makeup for the umpteenth time.yucks,where's your hygiene girl?another unprecedented day, trawled Arab/Bussorah St only to plop ourselves (jas+i) at Oasisblue - this cafe which played french songs + old-school ambience + international hubstop - imagine having serendipitious (ha!) conversations with strangers from all over the world, culture-vulturing.very tourist-specific locale - reminds me of the days in china. china has a place in my heart. it is the Paris of Asia.

later at night, jas' friends jims+b+don joined us. habituated fast, a scene which im not totally unfamiliar with i guess. helps that i wore my cap though. cold, cold rainy nights + doesnt help tt i was near tanjong pagar/chinatown + gut-wrenching physical sensations stabbing thru me. but supper was awesome - dim sum at geylang. they were sweet enough to really tend to me, felt real princess-y, everything catered for.

havent been sleeping very much, been on the go and running on empty. camp is coming soon, maybe tt will slow down the pace and i can foresee myself choosing to stay home/remain solitary for the last two remaining weeks of the holidays.

the Doing might be deemed good for now, but really, what gives your life meaning? i want to remain satisfied in Being. i don't want the Butterfly to be resurrected at this point, confusing the myriad of social relations with an attempt to deceive myself that im not hurting. i want to embrace it, stare at it in the eye and not run away and at the same time, not letting it morph into a Pity-Party. i dont want to do stupid, meaningless things just to transcend it at all cost. i want to know the Truth that shapes my life and not let anything be a farce.