questions...

some have been asking me what the hell i mean with those questions i put as my nick on msn.

for example: if you have 52 sticks in your pocket and your friend has 4, how tall is a tall teller to tell telling how tall is tall?

answer? heh.. no answers.. obviously. non that make sense anyway. we're confronted with such situations everyday in all the little things that we don't really care to bother ourselves with. sometimes, there's just no answers that would make sense. and for most of the time, it's because the questions themselves don't make sense.

lately, i've been asking myself stuff.. big stuff.. small stuff.. but with no answers for the majority of the questions..

why do i do this? how do i do it? where? how's it gonna affect my family.. friends.. me. that 's the pattern i see.. i somehow could not ever put myself at the beginning of the chain. not that i'm being bitter or anything.. but i dunno.. probably nothing.. just another deranged rambling.

i woke up in the morning today, with blood on my shirt and on my pillow. turns out i had a nose bleed while i was sleeping. heh.. guess it isn't as cool as having a vampire on your neck but.. it' a story still.