late at night.

only hearing noises of the whirring fan in the room.
seated in front of a brightly lit screen amongst the darkness.
the occasional chirpings of the bird outside who is having insomnia.

attempting to make full use of the 10-2am 2x but failing desperately.
wanting to help di with his work, but brain failing to work.
the depths of physics attempt to drag me into the whirlpool, but i've near but forgotten all.

the random blog-hopping to find out what others have been up to.
the same ol' stuff the same ol' routine.
whats new, till you can get out of singapore and take a breather.

staring at the screen not knowing what to do.
supposed to, and a want to sleep. but the brain is unwilling.
feeling restless, feeling tired but not tired.

the blinking cursor prompts me to type more.
the white page beckons invitingly.
i stare blankly at you, and you stare blankly at me.

the clock chimes 2.
its time to sleep.
or at least, attempt to.

goodnight.



you come and ask me concerned questions.
why are you doing so?
what is the purpose of you asking?
why are you always asking but not taking any step further?
it has been a near 9, 10 months? i dont know.
i really dont know whats up with you.
and why you are doing all these.
does it matter, or does it not?