There's a German brewery we turn to, the place is filled with mahogany, orange lights filter down on patrons. A sharp, young Malay man, waitery, fills us up with a jug of stout. The creamy yellow bubbles burst upon the brackish stout. We launch into one of my pseudo-intellectual conversations- after a while we talk about rap music and how only the disfranchised minority take up on it- The stout is pleasant in a ribena smooth fashion, fortunately, she is one of the people who take to stout, and only few of the women I know who do so. Talk goes from a slightly silted fashion to a more pleasurable round-about way, though I keep wondering if I am talking loudly, because I feel the two Caucasians on my right wondering. I start talking too much about how much liquor it takes, and we order a pint of clear beer- it is golden , but a little to sweet for both of us. Sometimes, I am pleasantly surprised when my friends make the same conclusions as me. I keep feeling though, I am not intellectual enough to debate or say anything of interest to her, but I sense she doesn't really mind. We're almost bouncing when we leave the brewery.

We search for Hme, the place we're going, making back and forth like two dumb animals in a cage, but it is strangely humorous as we lose our way. I make a few calls, but never enough to understand much, since my knowledge of road names are garbled hopelessly. We finally find a crowd, woman and men smoking and chatting, and blasting bass and shining lights like a ufo beacon. The place is smoky, ringed with cheerful little high stools and tables, and a bluish-purplish atmosphere. We torpedo ourselves to the bar, a glass of watered down vodka dresses my throat, then I offer to buy her another bottle of beer. A few of my classmates are there, but nobody has started dancing. Chris Ho appears, but I cannot recognise his features, I was looking out for his tattoos. I feel an urge to dance, but she desists, so I settle for a smoke- which usually doesn't do anything for me anyway. I am very happy to see Lvi for some reason. She has a page-boy crop which looks good on her. I miss Sj for some other reason, that's she's not there, that she would enjoy it.

i'm going to NOT mess up my room
i'm going to try to cook lunch every 3 days
i'm going to try to give any change i have to buskers.
i'm going to try to call up long-lost friends.

3% more male than you — 2% like you — 95% more female than you How do we know? Well, deep down, your gender affects everything about you, from your favorite number to your views on Canada. Many men who took the test think and act just like you, as you can see from the graph above. Statistically speaking, you are a man—whether you know it or not.

You are a DREAMER (SIAF)— reserved and imaginative. You are basically the shy, silent type. You don't have much interest in facts and figures or most of what's going on around you, but the internal worlds you build for yourself are rich and complex. Luckily, your creativity and strong heart mean you have a deep personality evident to anyone who gets to know you. It's just that not many people do. Talk to yourself less, other people more.

(how can be???)
91% are more Dominant than you
(this is a cool fact i was surprised to know.)
The most common personality type is Dreamer at 12% of test takers.

Came home yesterday to find my door locked. I got it opened and my sister freaked me out by standing at the door with full bloomed hair and jammies in the half-evening light. My poor peripheral eyesight for men prevented me from seeing her bf until later. They were sleepin on the floor. I quickly conspired to escape to the bathrm, making excuses I wanted to sleep. poor young couples need their space.

Waha- what a crazy thing to do. Guys, don't ever do this, trust me on it. What a total Steven Lim moment. Powerpoint Love Declaration? Engine guys...*wags finger* Could be the next big thing at next year Valentine's!