The soothing clack of the keyboard, and clean letters that puncture this otherwise white space provides a modicum of catharsis; of expression. (Art therefore, is catharsis) many things have happened the last six months or so. (uncompiled due to severe negligience on my part)

Its nearing the end of AFPT and it just a few more weeks of administratives before the glimmer of gold manifests. Life in camp has been like a passing dream; surreal, unreal. I wake up only on Friday nights.

But the reason for this late night entry(-ries) is due to (as the post title suggests) a self-induced, emotional insomnia. Hopefully, typing would have the same effect as a sleeping pill.

Working really leaves too little time for the self. I miss Megan. I miss Alex. I miss Eugene. I miss college life (I can't believe I said it). Megan's in uni now, getting her brains fried by the intensive workload famous of SMU. Alex is going through a rough patch trying to make ends meet and solve some RS probs.. Gene is trying his best to keep fit and not burn out. I have just had a major situation with my dear eu.

Megan, I wish we had a constant starbucks schedule. I miss those times when we could just rush down to starbucks @ siglap impromptu. How have you been? I know it feels like I've been avoiding you ever since that time.. I know you don't like me to keep apologising, so let's go starbucks this weekend? my treat!

(yawn.. gd, its working)

Alex, I know I can be quite slow in answering/replying yr calls/smses. Sorry! I wish I had more time to just sit down and chill with you, and talk abt the possible futures and freudian theory.

Euge my man, what can I say.. Need to update you but we're finding it increasingly difficult to get time. Thanks for dinner on tuesday evening though, its been awhile..

I'm sorry, my dear..for hurting you the same way again. forgive me?