the fight is all i've ever known

five-oh-three ehhhemm.

just came back from a long ride — down orchard boulevard, down the cte, along the aye, up the ecp and back again, pass the singapore eye, alexandra road, farrer macs, macritchie, upper thomson. now im here, eyeliner and mascara still on, on my bed. we wound down the windows, blasted 329729472 songs and sang them with gusto, our hair in the wind.

i think i was half-drunk; the other half of me, i think, was just being myself (: the honesty would not have come so easily without all that martell in our blood (and asahi in my hair, thx random stranger), but hopefully we'll not regret this tomorrow. we must acknowledge that truth, after all, is (and has to be!) a good thing, regardless of how stupid it is.

i feel young, carefree, and possibly the happiest i've been in a long while. the fact that certain things did not materialise suddenly doesn't seem to matter, because tonight, i said all i been wanting to say for the longest time ever.