Virus in my com. Crap. Blame myself for carelessly clicking run program when i meant to click close. Will properly update soon, kinda busy and tired recently. My eyebags are looking worse (since when have i not had eyebags?), i'm catching a cold, and i'm losing myself. I suddenly lost direction of where i was going. I suddenly feel distant from many of my good friends, i have no idea why. That rift within me is affecting my exterior as well. On the flip side, the phrase "the wasp factory" keeps resurfacing in my mind. Must be the constant repetition of Mr Adrian Chan. I heard it so many times that it has sorta become tautology (that constant repetition thingy that makes it lose its meaning).

And finally, a poem without a mask. Oh hurray u say, but i thought that the mask was pretty cool... Yeah, i have no idea what i'm talking about. LOOOL.

In the middle of a gunfight,
in the centre of a nuclear war.
That adrenaline. That savage animal instinct within that lusted for excitement.
Is gone. Just standing in the middle of a wasteland.

Although we are still standing. We are dead.
That flock of birds fly far above. Oh so free.
Freedom. The boon or the bane?

Rules. Restricting or Safe?
I see clearly. Those birds...are doves.
Well, pick a side. Toss a coin. Throw a dice.
Thats all to life.

If you go left, i'l stay right.
Why? Why why? Answers are for the needy.

Whats the point of having eyes
If you cannot see that rainbow lurking behind that dark abyss.

Speak to me.
I need it.
Every little thing u can offer.
And you'l get plenty back in return.
If you have those eyes.