3 in the morning, 300 words down, 1700 more to go! tremendous progress. but, see, it's not how high the word count is, it's how much my words count. *beams (through bloodshot eyes)*

then i ask myself(je me demande), why(pourquoi) am i clicking on the wordcount tool once(un fois) every(par) 2 sentences(deux lignes)? and why(pourquoi, encore) am i translating(traduit) my incoherence?

"First, as we all know, an extremely high correlation exists between levels of democracy and levels of economic development. Setting aside the oil-rich states as a special case, all the wealthiest countries in the world, except Singapore, are democratic" *

[1] Huntington, Samuel P, After Twenty Years: The Future of the Third Wave, Journal of Democracy, 1997, Vol.8

jaw-dropping blatancy by samuel p. huntington! then what are we classified under, socialist? aristocracy? i mean, yeah, this was written ten years ago and dmittedly a lot of people think singapore's not really democratic, but STILL... at least that's our official stance! and academic writers are supposed to allude to that at least.

ohwells. nvm. randomness brought about by shock early in the morning. alrights back to work.

my brain is so addled, while peering manically at articles online, i saw King John II as Kim Jong Il. Who was, apparently, one of the first modern inaugurators of democracy. Which obviously totally fits the profile of Dear Leader Kim.

i dunno what's the big deal about democracy. i mean, it good; but it's not fantastic. and according to aristotle it's a corrupted regime - albeit the best of all the lousy regimes a state could have. limited democracy is good but ideal liberal democracy is impossible, and frankly doesn't really exist. and it's not so useful for every country. if every single bill and law and policy had to be subjected to a referendum things would move so much slower. and how to have representative democracy when a hundred people think in twenty different ways? who are you supposed to represent then? you can't say follow the majority cos you're ideally supposed to protect the minority simple cos they're, minor.

ok but i really shouldn't be here; i should go engage in logorrhea (yeah, aquila and the beee!) elsewhere - like on my term paper. true democracy would be to allow us to vote to bar lecturers from assigning tests and papers and presentations in too close a proximity to each other, and giving students the opportunity to defer deadlines, much like how one defers ns. liberty! equality! fraternity!

term break! it's unbelievable how time passes when u're busy rushing around totally focused on accomplishing as little as you can.

as opposed to those long holi-days much like summer in the antarctic where the sun doesn't set for days, and days blend into seamless night, and one can imagine wandering in the surreal nighttime glow, ungoverned by the elements. like the dali painting with the sun swirling the thick desert air, heaving up gusty sandy winds to disperse its rays, and the delightful gummy clocks (commissioned by Yuppi, no doubt) draped on bare branches. and that huge platypus. i never understood that - maybe dali's dream being is a platypus cos he loves his wife a lot and wishes she could lay eggs too instead of incubating them internally. or maybe it's an anomaly of nature so he wants it to be enshrined as an anomaly and thus plonks it down in the desert of his dreams. or maybe it isn't even a platypus. haha.

ok that was really random stuff. and to fully exercise my present (transient) feeling of liberty, i went and looked up the platypus on wiki. and this is indeed an extraordinary animal! firstly it's the only egg-laying mammal apart from echidnas (some porcupiney thing). and i'm like then why is it classified as a mammal in the first place? who's to say it's not the only warmblooded reptile, or wingless milkfeeding bird? and it's one of very few venom-producing mammals, with this spur on the hindlegs of the male to jab it prey (hindlegs? wouldn't it require considerable contortion just to poke somebody?) and HA only the MALES are venomous, which just goes to show, males are poisonous! it stores fats in its tail - like the tasmanian devil - and uses it (the tail, not the fats) as a rudder when it swims. and weirdest of all it has mammary glands but NO TEATS so it secretes milk through skin pores which the young then lap up. that's like, literally sweating milk. haha.

imagine if we did that too; then when we run marathons we don't have to stop for water or powergel, we just gotta lick our arms. the harder we run the more we get to drink - self-replenishing in a way. THAT'S called evolutionary progress! haha.