strange. in cursive and on my cell's wallpaper. delayed blogging which does injustice to the events that happened to me a few days ago. for some reason i don't feel like doing proper sentences.

lit tutor.
tea buffet.
goodwood park hotel.
yumms.

debate soc.
gathering.
malaysian's place.
den liquidkitchen.
salty dog and sex on a beach.

the topic of discussion got around to morality, a tinge of religion and pre-marital sex. jacob:oh god, why can't we just talk trash? nonetheless topic continues. the whole discussion evolves around whether ppl should get involved in pre-marital sex. while the girls' point of view is that pre-marital sex affects marriage life and sex itself is more than a mere physical act (it is highly intimate and involves emotions), the guys, generally, think that it's ok, and they can accept girlfrens who has had past sexual experiences (what matters is the present).

prolly one key difference between guys and girls is that guys are capable of compartmentalisation. they seem to be able to have sex with someone they don't love. which is hard for me to relate to.

then the talk about morality. we agreed that whether pre-marital sex matters or not boils down to one's moral standards and values. jacob's point that one should not impose moral values upon another and that ppl who take a grey sort of worldview will prolly be able to socialise better.

but question is: what is the purpose of morality? to make one feel assured that his/her life is appropriate, that as long as you live by your own moral standards you can answer to yourself? in the grey world, is relative morality any form of morality at all? what is the point of morality if it can't be applied to not only us, but also as a general principle guiding social interaction?

my train of thoughts are hopping all over the place.

managed to rush my lit essay. but i doubt it a good one. probably just passable. lack of sleep's getting into me and i thank God so much that i managed a fruitful 2-hr nap this afternoon.

i guess you have exhausted your list of contacts that you resorted to msging me. i can't figure how i should put it across to you that frenship is more than this. but i guess it doesn't matter cuz you won't look for me anymore unless you need me. so fine by me.

the weird thing i experience everytime i start a habit of consistent reading is that i tend to form proper narrative sentences of what i see and hear and experience as i live life. if only i have a mental recorder to record my thoughts i wouldn't have to spend time blogging.