Studied like what, 10 hours from 9pm to 7am. Going home though, it's interesting to appreciate the little details morning gives. [self-actualization requirement, fresh appreciation of the world]
I love how that the morning evolves from darkness, breaking from the dawn into the afternoon scenery that we're more familiar with. The students that criss-cross the walks of life, each of which once were what I'd had been. On the bus, crowding like a Singaporean community [cultural worldview interest due to terror management theory. ignition for greater cultural interest and defense due to mortality salience] you see people all having the morning-deadness that I'd had once, back years. Also, how am I not to feel a sense of warmth when I see a guy and girl both students together? Sending people to school, a luxury I never had but I offered. As the bus jerks the girl holds onto the guy for support. At least he didn't sucuumb to impetus. Guys should be stable for girls to hold on. I offered an old lady a seat, got refused but I had to offer. Didn't feel like offering initially, but decided to later anyhow. Didn't like regretting situations.
Of which, random send message replied 1.5 days later
Walking home, getting my feet wet in the dew of the grasses in the shortcut I like to use, I came across this taxi idle. Shocked was I when it revved up just as I walked past! Sleep deprivation gave me a slight euphoria, but yet as I sleep I sleep only for about four hours before I am wide awake writing this blog.