Sunday, August 26, 2007


This laptop is beginning to be my best friend, for the past few days I am beginning to be attached to it. As if I consider it as a repository of all my thoughts for if I would not shed off all of it I might lost my mind in contemplation.

Why is it that there are things better left unsaid and yet we continue to be intrigue? Even if we have an idea of what those things are still we continue to find out and explore those unuttered words. A question which remains unanswered leaves us hanging and distracted, fearing that behind the answer to such question is a probability that could never become a reality because of the want of such answers.

Empty, idle and lost.