some lessons cannot be learned.

i spent the day in an alcohol-influenced daze. the heavy head, slow reactions, et al. i really thought i'd have realized some stuff in my life by now.

*burp*

time to go home to nappeeee...

BUT it was bloody fun getting sloshed with my old mates, dude. wattalotta laughter !!! didn't know it was so nice to lose at drinking games *hic* details will have to wait as i'm still blur. miraculous i got home alright.

taaa

i've gathered enough matter to be formed again.

jeez i sound like a line out of Anne Rice's The Witching Hour. i really really love that book, and the Mayfair Witches series. talk about gripping. then she had to write crap of late. i can't even finish The Vampire Armand, so inclined am i to it.

i think i'm stuck in a time warp. i'm going nowhere.

listening to Put it In Your Mouth. hot. thanks, hani, for recommending it. hope u feel better! hot lemon, aiiggghhhttt, for that flu of yours.

i am a dual experience. the dichotomy of me. not exactly the alpha and the omega... (is that blasphemous? dont want any Christian extremists kicking my ass here). perhaps more of the ying and yang. i might be like water, fluid to fill all containers of all shapes and sizes. i am fluid, i am everywhere, and i am, nowhere...

do you question my existence, my presence, in your lives? or, tomorrow, was i ever here?

blink, and i might disappear.

fluid.

am i a figment of your imagination? am i just a collective of matter which learnt to manipulate the electronics of today?

do i exist? do i ride on the wind blowing between the houses of the metropolis, swaying the leaves of the rare tree, and sounding off the many wind-chimes of urbania? am i a material being?

your minds play tricks.

i am not he whom you see.