So, I have a girlfriend who lives in Jurong East and/or works at the Singapore Science Center whose house I was going to in the dead of the night at a few minutes past midnight; taxi-cab drivers have got to be the most interesting people in the universe; maybe they're aliens, haha.

This taxi driver had thought that I was going to look for my girlfriend just because I'd asked him to stop at the Singapore Science Center instead of where I'd originally asked to go (my house), and I was, well, too tired to bother correcting him.

So that was it. Wow. If only it were true, haha. Would I ever do such a thing for a girl? We'll see, but I really doubt it.

Anyhow, the fairytale is over at last, and it's back to reality, and gravity--time for a reality check, time to face the music, to face all that I've been avoiding and allowing to build up like evil bile for a long, long time--much longer than I should've left it to roll along to become an enormous snowball.

And now, the prospect of unravelling all that's been snowballing, is daunting.

Oh well.

Hello again, Earth.

Goodnight.