Merdeka...

It's past 1am on Merdeka morning. I did more stressful pushups and situps including raised legs push ups which were a little draining, and those Russian twists, also good. Lunges, twists, and stretches, shoulder rolls and neck bends.

Met a kind former military adviser on Quora and we had a brief discussion about the craft of writing. Dad thought otherwise as usual he's anti-West and pro-China whereas the rest of us want to be in the multitude with palm and olive branches, not a stuffed up armchair politician. 

It's 3am Monday. Still awake. We've taken the fight to the Liew witches, supported by braver Americans and British fighters, as well as our usual Chinese mind police. Gave them pneumonia and catalyzed it.

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Was up late. Managed to get cleaned well. Washed. Brushed. I may head out shortly, get some sun. Maybe at 3pm. Right now the ex-GF wants a new song written since we shared the last good one with Emily who liked it.