I go on Facebook because it makes me feel less alone. I sleep before twelve because I'm tired. And I'm terribly calm during SPAs because what, DO YOU WANT ME TO FALL TO CHELENE (loud girl who intimidates me by questioning my questions (seriously?) and tries to get attention by being well, loud)? Sheesh. I have recurring dreams about buying a mirror. Let me dream up a reason why. My BIOLOGY SPA 'O' LEVELS IS NEXT TUESDAY! Please come out, visking tubing... fingers crossed*

The world is a dangerous place. A deceptively innocent road-side flower may trigger an allergy when its pollens are inhaled into our lungs. "Oh!" and another victim is claimed. A SBS bus may drive into you and leave a dreadful mess for the foreign cleaners from far-off Pakistan and Bangladesh. They are after all, probably used to drippy internal organs and cracked skulls with the many clashes of violence between fellow humans in their home countries. Humans, brothers (sisters, if you may) with the same two eyes and the same ten fingers, from the same dark womb to the same cold death, and yet we fight. The world is a dangerous place because us humans make it dangerous. I sipped my tea and looked out cafe window, tired. 'Muss es sein? Must it be?'