Husky went for his reservist today. Looking - ehem - delicious in his army uniform (apparently he dislikes wearing it).

I feel like single today :)


I slept, woke up, finished William Brodrick's The 6th Lamentation (It was simply exquisite and the plots are executed beautifully).

Then, finally, after a three-month hiatus, I run to East Coast. It wasn't as long as usual, normally I'd run until I way pass the Amber Garden's underpass. But today, I think I shouldn't be too hard on myself.

I watched the languorous orange light setting faraway on the horizon; creeping tide. I watched as the sea proclaims his love to the shore, holding every sand in his womb. To retain as wide as the width of his wave. Yet he let her go, to where she belongs.

Then I come home, to a prepared dinner (by Rene and I) of rice and sauted french bean. I tried to replicate Mom's but I couldn't. So I mixed it with black pepper paste, and it tasted surprisingly well. And I haven't had a proper dinner for the longest time.

Oh ya, I spilled the whole bag of Shanghai White Nuts brought by Novy the other day. Pure idiot mobility. That's the last one, and the one I love the most. Should I cry? CRY! I think it's only available in Indonesia...

I took a long, long shower after that. And realised that I was bitten by three mosquitoes.


I had a great day.

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